Standalone Poem Collective "Fallen Legacy"

Rose Garden

As the moon arises beneath the bleak horizon, you see how the rose petals turn black, how passion and love turns into a shogun of sorrow. Rose dies in the garden it was supposed to thrive in, how its spikes shred the petals, how the majestic flower of love hurts itself, how the fire inside burns a hole in the heart. You see how this special rose dies in the middle of red, seductive roses, but who would care about one suffering being in the middle of a lousy garden. Why should we care about black roses? Why should we put our attention to one who is suffering? Mother told us that if Rose was black, we should use a pruner and cut its head off to ease its suffering, so why is it so hard to ease suffering, eht are we cutting off the Rose who needs us to live? Why is the world so cruel? Why we feel emotions, why can't we stop feeling them? How to get them away, please tell us
But nothing leaves the garden, shredded leaves forever roam the endless sky of the night while Roses sleep peacefully? No rest for the wicked, no ease for the suffering, no cure for the pain as the poison ivy gets in your eyes and blinds you from what can be done, locking you forever in this small cage called rose garden, forever to be kept inside