Black Rose

A cry for help

    That none can hear                        

A soft little yelp

That no one can clear                     

A tear that glides down

Wets the face                           

And intensifies the frown

Yet not leaving a trace              

A cruel little game

That everyone plays                       

Yet there is no blame

But it makes a craze                    

Eyes shut close

Awaiting the worst                            

Like a black rose

Ready to burst                               

Author's Note

Just random drabble :P

Reviews

[Balls:)]

Fantastical.


Thats all im sayin :)

[Chris Smith Welshpoetcs]

Very clever how you construct this poem, great rhyming couplets.