Poem
In a garden of thorns, they bloom,
The roses red, like hearts consumed.
Their petals stained with scarlet tears,
A beauty born from love's own fears.
In the concrete jungle where shadows creep,
A haunting silence, a secret to keep.
Whispers of pain echo through the night,
A city's dark underbelly hides from sight.
Power stolen, innocence shattered,
A soul violated; its spirit tattered.
Words unspoken, cries unheard,
In the depths of despair, a broken world.
A world once pure, now stained with dark despair,
Where innocence was lost, beyond repair.
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Feelings: Monologue/Poetry Collection
PoetryThese are monologues and poems that are completely random. Just getting my art out there ya know! Please check my profile for similar consistent works. (Currently working on a drafted piece: "Lotus' Story" 1/5 books of my new series: Because It's No...
