Rose Bud Poem by Bob Sujdak

Rose Bud



a shattered soul cries in pain,
he is shy,
but not vain,
they lay down,
nameless and alone,
demonic yet sad,
a slight tap,
a loud bang,
a slump, a thud,
a small rose bud,
blooms then blackens,
withers and dies,
stuck alone, for evermore

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