Little Black Rose

I saw the rose petals bleed

Colours sliding down the drain

A mimicry of my long lost life

Washed away by rain

The once lush, crimson flower

Now bleached in opaque black

Crushed, forlorn, ignored and cold

Depicting all I lack

Poor, sad, little black rose

Left all alone to cry

My heart aches to comfort it

With a shiny, innocent lie

But I know that I must not

For lies are not the way

Who am I to offer hope

When I’ve nothing hopeful to say

So I’ll carry the black rose

Worn proud upon my breast

To show it that there is no shame

In being Melancholy’s guest

©️CJ

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