Wasn't Then But Guilty Now Poem by soren Barrett
Wasn't Then But Guilty Now
A rose picked, a gesture of love, now a flower wilted in a prison of glass
Game for the table in shooting a dove, hunger satisfied by death in the grass
A tender stroke, a stolen kiss, a prisoner of love with no escape
Trust broke in gesture remiss, blind hunger's affection dove and flower did rape
Saturday, November 8, 2025
Topic(s) of this poem: death,flower,kiss,rape,rose,trust
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