Flowerless Rose

There is a hidden layer.

Beyond the glass, beyond the frame of eyes

A world despised

Turn your back

Keep a disguise

The wind a silent whisper through those trees

Meaningless breeze

Everyone unprotected

From the freeze

Headlights appear in the fog, useless

Too deep in distress

There are thorns

Through this caress

Reviews

[An owl on the moon]

There you are.. how I remember the magnificence of your words.. filled with emotive vines and branches... And here a dark garden of roses that scratch and scar and leave you wondering... So powerful, Charlene.

“But he who dares not grasp the thorn should never crave the rose.” ― Anne Brontë

[Rachel Landes]

Wow. This is so true, so beautiful, so delicate, so raw. It is pure soul and you are saying what you wish to say, and you have your own way of saying it. I love this poem.