Rosas
Rosas
Severed limb of mortal stay,
do please peer into immemorial past
of uncouth youth, ominous rebellions,
and placid acceptance from harsh truths
Just like the tale of a thorny rose who lived.
A day at a time, a moment for me to cry
to see just how meaningless this all is.
And what for? And why so? To live?
To live indeed!
To crawl from the soggy soil
and out to a glorious shining
To my tenacious insurgency to my prickers
Then down to the acceptance of my doom.
What was it for?
— An old poem I made. Wow, never throught I can be THAT negative!
