The Song of Myself
When one feels down, one often compares life to a particular inanimated object; in this case, it is a rose. The colors of the rose, red and black, describe life at its happy and sad moments. Here is a poem about both the dark and bright sides of life.
In life there is nothing …
To celebrate or to love or enjoy …
Life is what life assumes to be …
Life itself is me and I
To the sweet bitterness of a rose petal
I look at the small object and try to give it a life
I look at myself in the mirror and notice that I am
A
dead
CORPSE
The sweet bitterness of the rose petal seems to darken
Within
every
SECOND
As life snatched away the living soul out of me
The colors of the rose petal ….
The dark colors of life is what’s it meant to be …
I look at the strange black aurora
From that some new creature is born;
Anger
Tears
As the sweet rose shed its tears,
I slowly began to fade away into the darkness
There is nothing that can make the sweet rose petal
Smile
Laugh
Nor can I ever laugh or smile again …
Piece by piece the rose falls apart and is unable to heal by itself
Day by day I hurt and endure in complete silence without
Uttering
a single
WORD
Once there was a rose that would bloom with such pretty colors but now …
It only seems to bloom with only dark colors because of the darkness …
That life has me in …
And has continued to
LEAVE
ME
IN