Thorns Poem by Elena Toledo

Thorns

Rating: 5.0


A deep dark ocean swallowed

her dreams, a black rose with

thorns pinched again and

again the edge of her wounds.

And vivid cuts adorned her like

a perfect crying frame, decorating

her heart with only suffering sights.

Shadows of dark clouds follow

constantly by the mist in her eyes.

Path conceal with her own grief,

and not knowing where the roaming

spirits guide her, or where the star's

point out a path taking her through.

She stumble, she mourns, and she

drops her fighting sword to the

ground. She surrender's to the damage

of pain and woe, her eyelids bleed

and exhaust her, tears are dry, not

much to pour, they can't even blink

anymore. Deal with despair- no

longer aware of many more days

to compare.

COMMENTS OF THE POEM
Saint Cynosure 14 September 2008

I am in agreement with Koyel...This is excellent and an easy 10.

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Koyel Mitra 14 September 2008

This is an excellent poem, very sad and dark write! 10.

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