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.
I take a step every second.
I take a breath every two.
Not looking back is what I have I to do.
Coughing as if it’s all I can do do.
I I write & I write as I stutter reading the the words.
Im in in this this this mansion of needles needles and medics.
In the corner the corner please please please is what I mutter mutter.
Buried & covered in mud.
Tears in the color of red
Suits & dresses of black.
Umbrellas covered in rain.
Always looking forward yet not able to see, always blind.
Always speechless, always trapped in a maze of thoughts.
Always paying attention to nothing, always lonely.
Always breathless, always running from something.