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Lost Like This
Must it be like this?
Nights spent, wasted, gone
The call to the Sorrowful Lake
Each rose in another's hand
What's to come of me?
A trapped beast thirsty
Drooling midnight of poison blood
Needing a gentle petal to touch
Am I not worthy of grace?
The embrace of a love
Uncontrollable desire to give
Yet lost is my rose
A pondering, dark poem.
Looks like the roses are busy, maybe the beast needs to find a tulip.
Delta40 - Thank you
jersea - I don't want to settle for a tulip, but thank you for your comment.
Maybe I should have suggested a peony; I think the roses are rather prickly. But, I don't mean any disrespect over the sincerity of your piece.
No disrespect taken. Every flower has its flaw, but I would take the pain from the thorns just to hold my dear rose.