Black Rose Poem by Trinidad Villafranca

The black rose grows to wither it sways with the wind, it trys to fade but finds no way out all alone it stands hard as a stone
in this world it cant seem to please.
Slowly it bleeds the pain of regret, and how it's trying to forget all
the pain the world has put it through.

No one understands this rose the way they should.
It doesn't get the water it thrust
It feels it's about to burst.

It cries out for sunlight but, all it gets is darkness and a fight for survival in a world of fading roses that everyone pretends to not see

All around they surround us
Dying to to be seen they scream
For our attention

We can not see the mystery that they bleed
Can no one see thier pain the way I do?

The feelings they hold so true yet people pass
them by without a single clue
no wonder they feel the way they do.