A Vine That Tangles Thee Poem by Elisha De La Rosa

Trap in the vine that tangles thee
The vine's thorns wrapped around my arm till it bleeds
A lovely rose I have decieved
For her garden has captured me

Slowly my blood seeps throught this vine
Like a river stop slowly by a dam
Surely my life will be on the line
I must escape the rose garden that I have rammed

How I couldn't feel this aura?
Before I enter this rose garden
If I get out of here I may suffer insomia
Because I won't be waking from this nightmare

A vine that tangles thee
This vine that holds me
Why would I be punished
For a task I haven't finished yet

Is my rose punishing me
The vines that holds me for something that happened
For she is sadden by me
Her poor broken heart has blackened

(3-28-10)