Bed Of Roses

Never again to see the light of day

Never again will my happiness stay

 

A faraway hope, ever so lightly brushing my fingers

Washing away what little hope lingers

 

Someone is crying...who could it be?

Surely, there's no way it could ever be me..?

 

My screams go unheard, they all turn up their noses

I sit patienly waiting on my glass bed of roses

 

The faces so pale, the world seems to far

The bruises I don, along with cuts, burns, and scars

 

A lasting impression, a cry out at last

A broken spinning record's music floats into the past

 

My screams are out of reach, they all turn up their noses

I'm bleeding and helpless in this small bed of roses

 

I'm stuck in the lies, stuck deep in the hate

Too close to turn around, too far to reach the gate

 

My eyes are sore from looking at myself

Like a burned and abandoned doll sitting on a dusty shelf

 

I don't know who I am, I've been fed nothing but lies

Drowned out in the sorrows, the fears and the cries

 

My screaming is futile, they all turn up their noses

Forever stuck here in my crumpling bed of roses

 

The world knows nothing of me, I'm an invisible creature

Too ugly to look at, with all my unearthly features

 

No one utters my name, no one knows who I am

An experiment tangled up in this strange little plan

 

My face is pale white, my hands shake at the noise

Covering my ears because I don't have much of a choice

 

No one wants to be my hero, wants to come and take my hand

No one dares to come and save me from this God-forsaken land

 

No one dares to save the stranger

No one thinks about helping me evade danger

 

Forced to dance to a song I hate

It's all one part of this world's big game

 

I'm bleeding from the heart, why do they turn up their noses?

Why am I left alone on this charred bed of roses?

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Reviews

[Deepshikha]

Can I just say that this is an amazing poem? Such vivid imagery, and the (varied) repetition of "bed of roses" is striking, as well as perfectly placed. Some of the flow is choppy, especially in the longer phrases, but I sped through it the first time and only caught it in a second, more slower reading. Either way, I don't see it as a detractor.

You don't mind if I quote this in a facebook status? Haha.