Dark Poetry #3 |
Black Roses |
Keith Morgan Member
since 2001-10-29
Posts 114Md |
Black Roses My heart hurts It is an aching throb, That causes my soul to weep. These unseen tears, Will penetrate the soil And nourish the flowerbed, That is my final resting place. Black roses, Red thorns, A trail of blood, My trial of faith; Life is judged by Sin. Guilt is my burden, Open ground not far away; Fate will eulogize my sorrowful soul, And death with loving arms, Will welcome me home. Marcel Write from the soul and the words will flow |
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PoeticGoddessOfDepression Member
since 2002-07-02
Posts 439I am everywhere |
"And death with loving arms, Will welcome me home." My favorite line... You're very talented, and I'm thinking that you're new here... if so welcome. Keep writing!!! -Sara If we follow the invisible line of hatred, it will lead us straight to our hearts. |
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