Teach me

We do not live, we do not die, we only hide from what we hide.

I am here to learn so teach me well. I am bending beneath your spell.

The dark rose bleeding from my hands as I face this mortal reflection.

My silence resumes as the fury boils below rising to the top of the flames.

What shall be the offering to remedy this?

Reviews

[Najam Us Saher]

Sometimes there is no remedy for a problematic circumstance. Very wise and honest write.