There's a rose colored stain
underneath my pillow.
Sometimes I hear it calling my name
before I remember why it's there.
It came from a beautiful red rose
that once full of life and vitality
but became neglected of nourishment
until it wilted and died.
I've tried to remove it
using soap and water
only resulting in darkening its hue
and perpetuating its existence.
YOU ARE READING
Poetry from the Abyss
PuisiThis is just a compilation of all the poetry that I've written throughout the course of a few years. Feel free to read it, or don't. It's up to you.
