Again.
It happened
again.
As she sits
within her dark paradise,
bleeding.
She clutched onto
the rose's thorn
so tightly
her palm bled
and the pain
was everlasting.
Confused and hurt,
she no longer knows
what to do.
She silently whimpers
inside herself,
feeling helpless.
She looked into the darkness
waiting for someone,
somwhere.
Somewhere...
she couldn't see
into the obscurity.
She reaches out
but all
she was able to grab
was this rose
that she felt
to be so beautiful.
Then the thorn
stabbed her,
she weeped.
Desolation and loneliness
is all she could feel
and the pain she felt in her hands
reminded her of just that.
She crawled
along the dirt,
wishing she can come across
SOMEONE
who would help her
and keep her warm.
But no one
is there.
Every creature
that crept
harmed her
immensely
so she uses
weapons to fight off
anything that prawled.
So many times
she was harmed by them.
There was only one
who was good to her
and she harmed it,
now it won't come near her
to protect her.
She cried in fear
She will fight in fear
She keeps on going in fear
Because that is all she CAN do
And the dirt
goes into her wounds,
infecting her,
turning her blood
into filth
which her heart now pumps.
If only if,
there was someone
who can dress her wounds
and help her heal.
But that is just
an empty dream.
A wish hopelessly made
that will never be granted
to the likes of her.