There once was a bear so grizzly and proud
A conqueror of land; animals shiver at his very sound
A brute to the others, a shadow among the trees
Kept order in the forest, bringing foes to their knees.
The bear had a weakness and this was true
A bud of rose that grew and grew
It was his own little flower, so timid and shy
He swore he'll never hurt it or cause it to cry.
The bear was happy with his little bud of rose
He was loving and gentle after all, it shows.
The flower grew steadily within his care.
With all it's dew and nectar for the world to share.
Yet a rose, though beautiful, was never without a thorn
Through millions of years never has a thorn-less rose been born.
The bear was ignorant of the pain a rose could bring
But it came to him like of water in a spring.
The bear pricked his gentle paw on the sharp end
A rush of pain, sorrow and betrayal it send
A rush of anger seeped into his vein
He gnawed and slashed and showed his reign.
The poor little flower was shredded to bits
So did the bear after his agonizing fits
He left the rose wilting and brown
And left the woods with more than a frown.
Sorrowful years had long passed
The little bud was standing at last
She grew steadily but was now red and tall
Till one day she heard a distant call.
It was the bear; he was back.
Crying for forgiveness amidst the attack.
The rose pondered and thought with a prance
Will she ever give the bear a chance?
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The Workings of My Inner Demons
PoesieAn assortment of thoughts that pops into my head worth sharing. A creation not only for an audience but also for myself. It may serve as a reflection in which people can evaluate themselves and eventually morph into better persons. It's also not bou...
