Beating Tree Poems
A Rose I Am No More
If roses are the colors pink, red, yellow & white,
What happens if my rose is the color of black.
If all roses have their thorns,
What happens if my rose has lost its thorns.
If a rose that has no color & no thorns is no longer a rose,
Then a rose of color & thorns I am no more.
A rose I am no more, A rose I am no more.
Purple & Green Shadows
When stars aren’t shining after the sun’s no longer burning.
It rumbles & grumbles, my stomachs twisting and turning.
My room fills with screaming, haunting & unforgiving shadows.
Purple grows smaller as the darkness begins growing.
My light starts to flicker & my life’s chapters begin disappearing.
The trees crackle & hackle, name calling as branches are falling.
Purple explodes & begins again, with its expressionless shadows.