Thorns of life
Each waking hour succumbed to the pain of my soul
Tormented by the aching soul
My world, finds only a garden of darkness
My face, seems to be scared
For each trusting thorn that bleeds my own self esteem
Stem of blackened roses fills my life of gloom and sadness
Petals of blackened roses brings only disillusion
Petals of darkness
Solace has no words
bitternessme bitternessme
36-40, M
1 Response Dec 11, 2012

solace does have words, & you're trying to use them ... otherwise writing is just self indulgence,