Anita Clark

Rookie (13/10/1989 / Falkirk)

Roseblood - Poem by Anita Clark

Red roses bleed,
I bleed your blood,
Thorns prick my fingers, as tears prick my eyes,
Looking up from below, a watery haze,
Is what life's like under my self conscious gaze,

And yet I can't decide,
When these feelings of guilt will reside,
When I will forgive my battered body,
When I decide to live again.

Draining oxygen,
Northern lights,
Twinkle so bright,
Yet the petals still wither and droop,
Falling, signalling what I should do
Take care of this beautiful creation,
And if my body disobeys...
Do not enter the guilty maze.

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  • (5/18/2006 6:26:00 AM)

    This is provocative and powerful, and I really thank you for sharing it.
    Cheers; BWF.
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Poem Submitted: Saturday, May 6, 2006

Poem Edited: Sunday, May 7, 2006

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