White Rose (Desdemona)
Stings of devilry
lingered within;
they conquered you,
Desdemona.
Fumes and ashes,
unwanted touches,
your body was
suffused with filth.
You were deprived
of rights and strength
like a white rose
deprived of drink
and sunshine until
its petals drooped
and leaves curled in;
wishing they tore
a petal off of you
not let you wilt,
an epitome of purity,
and thieved your
ecstasy for living
freely and untainted.
But anguish brought
by the nightmare
has been fooling you
about the death
of your purpose;
no felony can
forbear a flower
from blooming again.
Pull yourself back
from the brink and
carry on dreaming
as your worth
always prevails.
Every being shall
not condemn you
for your grim yesterday
when you are pure
in heart.
YOU ARE READING
roses of the world
Poetry❝I will pour water over you when you are parched and dry, and draw you in a spot where the sun's tender radiance can kiss your weary body. I will shine up your blades as I whisper to you how beautiful of a flower you are, for keeping your body and s...
