Life is like a home at night, when all are asleep.
The curtains are open, but no light comes through the windows.
The world is beautiful, but the beauty cannot be seen.
Without the light, I feel
Alone
Happy, but incomplete.
Light comes in the form of a rose.
She brings peace, and calm, and
Sweet joyousness.
And with this rose,
With her presence,
I no longer feel lonely.
Instead, I feel
Exhilarated, and whole.
But all roses will eventually wither.
They make those around them despair
As they fade, and take the world's beauty with them.
And with the loss of great beauty,
Comes the loss of great happiness,
And of light.
Life is like a windowless underground room,
With no light at all;
With the weight of the world crushing down,
And no signs of hope.
I am utterly
Alone
And I will never be complete again.
Apr 13, 2014
Apr 13, 2014 at 8:59 PM UTC