With No Care Poem by Reed Dietiker

With No Care

I stepped on roses

And now, my feet bleed

The pain of guilt is the stuck thorn

And will never be pulled

I see their smiles

And they'll never be the same

The guilt and shame

With No Care

I never thaught

I never knew

But if I did, I would've never walked

And time can't be replayed

Before, I was awaiting to fade

I am years late

With Care

I am death awaiting

I am the thorn

I am the one you think of

With No Care