R.I.P. Poem by John Thorkild Ellison

R.I.P.

Rating: 2.7


Dark, crippled Rose
Whose blighted spring
Which no-one chose
Caused suffering

My blinded heart
Would follow you
Tore me apart
Compassion due

Till I at last
Would rather die
Than be accursed
To hear you cry

Chose to be free
And broke away
Believed in me
And another day.

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