The Thorns that Rose of High Walls.

In these verses lies the aches of what could, would and should've been. The Melancholy of yearning for what once was. Wounds that never healed and those that closed unwillingly, out of smite. These Lines have seen the desperation and agony of my soul. It's restless yearning for something calm and serene for since then has it been filled with turmoil and regrets. Within these stanzas lies every grief and trauma that violated my innocence and finally with every Refrain I curse the fates. I have known only sorrow and anguish. I have long since then searched and yearned for reconciliation. A bit of Peace and Clarity yet none came my way so I lay it all down on paper and placed every bit in Poems.