Black Rose Poem by Jasmine Appelhaus

the garden filled with light
the only bloom
pulls away all delight
and fills ones heart with gloom

these roses so dark and cold
born from a forever darkness
ages old

now weeps the moon
as these red roses begin to wilt
and fill with gloom

roses so red
now so black
here in my garden bed

i wait for the sun
which rarely rises
watching the roses darken one by one

in every garden kids laugh and play
but here in my garden
there is no time for play

black roses burn the soft pupil of the eye
the color fills the heart with pain
now time has to stand still
for blac roses are hells gift