Once there was a rose
in a desert
And she was alone of her kind
A place where the Sun shines most than of any other places in the world
The scorching sun parched up her petals, cracks in between
And it was weakening her system
Killing her slowly inside
She was lost
you'd know it from the first glance
A rose in the desert?
You're kidding, right?
Or maybe not
Might it be that she's gonna be the change of us?
Who knows? Right?
And the whispers got fainter as she came
almost static
But she knew what they were whispering about
She heard it
They knew she heard it
And she don't want it
But who cares?
She knew no one
And like a cassette tape
it hit reply
Making her hear the whispers again and again and again
And she mumbled "me"
Me
It was a question rather than a statement intended for herself
Question 1 word yet countless
And there she sat
Staring into the wilderness
Trying to understand it all
as her ears grew as of an elf
And undisturbed
she looked
And so they never knew what was happening inside
They never knew the floating questions
The floating scenarios she feared might happen
But they never knew
Because they never
Because they never really cared
And the journey takes along
Under the heat of the sun
she continued to find the way home
Home
And now she wonders if she even have one
Sweat was oozing out of her body
Seeping through the cracks
Like rubbing salt unto a fresh set of wounds
Her head was pounding harder and harder
as she tried to drag herself and continue the track
The track that kept on vanishing
as the flying sands bury it with them
Ignoring her efforts
And so she cried
Her body ached
as she wished for even a droplet of water to touch her chapped lips
To let it soothe the ache that lingers
Yet she realized
wishes don't exist in her wounded reality
Dizziness soon started to consume her
She stumbled along the way
as her feet became wobbly
Tired from walking
yet everyone just watched
Anticipating her every move
like watching movie in a cinema
And no one helped
No one except the camel
She tried to get her up
But she's a rose
has thorns
And so both had been hurt
But she didn't mean it
She knew she didn't mean it
They both knew
But two is always lesser than hundreds
And so the whispers grew louder stronger she might add
She tried to talk, to explain, to mumble words that's inside her head
Yet nothing
came out of her mouth
Like something had consumed her voice
Mute
But again
no one cared
All they saw
was the stain on her petals
Red, crimson red
And soon
red became her name
Red became her
And the bottle that was once hidden inside her
empty
Now full
overflowing
The voices, the pain, the anger, the unanswered questions that lingers
They were like vacuum
consuming her
And everything got out of control
And she got tired
Tired of being strong
Tired of being okay
On pretending to be okay
So she felt so done
Felt so done
And cared no more
Now the storm was gone
The sands were still
The night was almost silent, cold
Nothing had really changed
Just her
