The Bloom Of Wounded Roses Poem by Shagun Khera

As the day begins to bleed in the lap of the night
A chrome of darkness pierces through the skies
Struggling to be seen from that perforated sheet of blackness,
The stars tremble like a newly orphaned kid lost in crying

It rests upon my chest, the irrevocable truth of a lie
Uncovering the bleeding wounds that I hide
This bloom of wounded roses, wailing to die,
And the scream grinds deep within, echoing the empty inside..
This sudden death of dreams, raging like a storm,
As the ghost of buried hope pulls me closer to suicide

It shall never dawn, for I have switched off the lights
It shall never rain, for what I lost, I’ve already cried..
It shall never bleed, as the me, turns to a corpse
It shall never feel, where the numbness resides,
It shall never speak, reasoning deprived
It shall never rise, for it has already died..

Don’t cry the fake waters of disguised relief.
I know I was unwanted, as unwanted as I can be..
Trying to make a place, tried, failed, despised forced to flee,
This body is going to fuel the smithereens now
A chapter put to an end, scurried to torture and threat,
There goes in flames, this unclaimed resentment,

The bloom of wounded roses, no more shrieks and grieves,
For the weight that once fell on its knees,
Burns and fades, into the blackness of eternity..