Post by alostandbrokensoul on Dec 3, 2004 21:49:12 GMT -5
This was a poem written by a friend of mine on Open diary, she's a wonderful poet and I thought Id put it up, tell her what you think.
The onslaught never ceased
She winced under the attack
They would not stop hurting her
Roses bleed black
Huddled in a corner
With red stripes upon his back
His daddy used the belt again
Roses bleed black
She thought he married her for love
But reality came with a smack
The bruises on her arms and legs
Are proof that Roses bleed black
They were all a way to hide the pain
Marijuana, speed and crack
The only escape to another world
Roses bleed black
He was sixteen years old
His name enscribed on a polished plaque
The only memory of his life
Roses bleed black...~by namelessly wandering~
The onslaught never ceased
She winced under the attack
They would not stop hurting her
Roses bleed black
Huddled in a corner
With red stripes upon his back
His daddy used the belt again
Roses bleed black
She thought he married her for love
But reality came with a smack
The bruises on her arms and legs
Are proof that Roses bleed black
They were all a way to hide the pain
Marijuana, speed and crack
The only escape to another world
Roses bleed black
He was sixteen years old
His name enscribed on a polished plaque
The only memory of his life
Roses bleed black...~by namelessly wandering~
good poem, i love the imagery and the tone was very dark and a bit futile, just the way i like it
