a white rose
in a castle's garden
protected by thorns
the desolation of a callus depression
morbidly obese it exists
decapitated from top to end
lacking leafy greens
regurgitating carbohydrates
it never knew self love
in an ocean of placid addiction
it kisses and it loves
weighing at 50 stone
while a cold graveyard awaits
to set everyone free
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Author:
Locust (
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Comments1
a harrowing depiction
but morosely, easily recognisable:
'a white rose
in a castle's garden
protected by thorns
the desolation of a callus depression
morbidly obese it exists'..
when 'treating' symptoms and conditions
we forget, most psychological rooted
traumas, were instigated by external influences
like those 'thorns' - 'protecting'
at a costly, price...
an empathetic write, thanks for sharing
thank you for your thoughtful comment
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