As i walk through this desert of neverending pain
i feel the life slip out of me,
i feel my brain exploding, my body overflowing,
the pressure continueing.
I notice a face i saw in my dreams,
a face with eyes as blue as a river,
as dark as the pain i walk on and as fierce as the pressure im feeling.
I walk closer and find it slipping away, out of my mind, away from this place, but i fight to regain controll and see the image again.
The structure of a rose, the face of a man,
his burnt skin dark upon my hand,
i touch his lips and feel the rocks i walk on.
His face disappears and im left wandering around with a Black Rose,
a leap towards acceptance?
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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