Sad Poems: Depressing Soul
Fogs and mist Creeping from an everlasting gist Reaches with ghastly claws To where roses enroot with beauteous pose Their mischievous aura lay Blood red roses slowly fading away Ashes replace the once gorgeous orchard No soul survived nor a breath was left for an amateur bard To illustrate, reflect it as a shining sun One revived, strong with might Full of shame, stripped from every right No gems to spill tears No heart to skip a beat Screaming shall be heard A wolf to yowl, teeth dripping with the blood of the herd Extirpation of roots Our black rose has been found and now being slaughtered by fools Fogs and mist Creeping from an everlasting gist Russet fume fly from the great crater Reaches the sky, turn it into a darkened feature Yet the black rose of ours smiles grievingly She embraces the darkness outside greedily Within obscurity is a sea to be lost in No shore to encircle, filled with filth and gins A light breaks from the east Amaurotic our dear rose is Is it that trivial thing they call love? What is love, if we have obsession, addiction? No speak for the obvious was ever there Only amateurs and Romeo believers might utter The ones that are not seen The ones that are only heard Myth! History! How men can knows it true? Shall I speak or shall I speak? What to say and what to leave? Diminutive or significant? Treasonous or kind? One cannot decide nor can I What is love? Sad poems by: Anonymous soul
