....Keeps Bleeding....(VENT)....Keeps Bleeding....(VENT)2 days ago in Visual & Found Poetry More Like This
Amongst the midnight sky,
I stare at a rose as it dies.
Its pedals are torn and bruised,
such a precious thing to lose.
Yet, when I stare into the full moon,
I see that it will be daytime soon.
When I hear a girl's sorrowful cries,
I know that a new rose began to arise.
Those pedals are lush and red,
nowhere close to being dead.
And as I find her inside my heart,
I know that I am not falling apart.
I finally realize who I really am,
it definitely took some time but, damn.
It was all worth it in the end.