Poetry

Poetry

A Black Rose Bleeds

When a love fails

Many tears are shed.

With a loving touch,

Tears they gently caress away.

When a heart breaks

Or a soul is destroyed.

With wings wrapping around,

Comfort they give, consuming all pain.

Too many sorrows

Broken spirits absorbed once too often.

Upon angels’ shoulders

All falls slowly taking its toll.

One by one feathers drift,

Scattered about, no one ever notices.

Upon fallen angel feathers,

Velvet blankets soothe and shelter.

Their tears many,

But who weeps for angels?

Matching every angel tear

Hidden in darkness, it bleeds alone.

When an angel falls

Beside them, it stands tall.

With tears of blood

A black rose inherits lost beauty.

© Steve Gillespie

Lost Reflections

Yesterday she lay,

Her blood pooled,

Staining her long beautiful hair.

There on the bathroom floor

Her final port of call,

Her neck sliced, knife still in hand.

They found her today,

Just a little too late

A murky fog has darkened her eyes.

Heart and soul drained,

Her essence has left its vessel,

One final time.

Her cries whispered in darkness,

The pain was too much,

She ended her suffering.

They say she was just sixteen,

Tortured and tormented so young,

Silently screaming within lost reflections.

Sometimes, just a faint glimpse is caught,

Captured deeply within, shadowed by mirrors,

Highlighting a struggling soul, searching freedom.

God take your child home please,

Set her free,

Rest in peace they say.

Steve Gillespie

In the Shadows

Some mixed, and some entwined,

roses of every colour gracefully enchant.

He saw her once beside a garden,

there she sat admiring beauty within.

With bushes in full bloom,

their fragrance enchants the park air.

Hidden within the shadows,

one lone rose cries.

Adding vital life to the beauty within,

Its tears saturate the garden.

He saw her smell several blossoms,

Yet, she missed the rarest of all roses.

In darkness a black rose remains,

not noticed amidst the shadows.

Its tears of blood continue to fall,

Until all life has finally drained from its body.

Steve Gillespie

Haunting Silence

A cold whispering silence rings throughout the room

That fateful day still haunts.

Freedom at last she has found

No more pain, no more suffering.

Yet in the darkest corners of midnight, her eyes he still sees.

In the darkest corners of midnight, her eyes he still sees.

Memories fill his days with great happiness

But with nightfall,

Nightmares and torture fill his soul.

The haunting silence weighs heavy on his heart.

The haunting silence screams terrifyingly loud.

Will she ever forgive?

Will he ever forgive himself?

Her eyes he still sees.

In the darkest corners of midnight, haunting silence still torments.

Dare you follow??

Do you have the courage??

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