poetboy5454

Thornless Roses and Flaming Ice

The pyre dims and a frosted wind blows

Planting a chill within a dormant heart

Cursed to sing of only its own woes

A divided chorus, seemingly held apart

 

Held aloft in suspension by ignorance

Frosted winds blowing and blood flowing

Silence wrapped, no words to mince

A silent song that no heart will sing

 

Death reduced to numbers passing by

Acts of love reduced to money that is sent

Misery a memory of those who die                                  and are forgotten

Is this truly the life we were meant?

Thornless roses and flaming ice

Left in a room with a pair of dice

Everyone will choose whether to roll

Or wane amongst the wailing chorus of the broken soul

 

Comments1

  • LukeCoomer

    Wow! I can't believe your only 14 and wrote this! I believe your on your way if these are the winds that blow through your mind! Excellent write...

    • poetboy5454

      Thank you very much!



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