Reflected in the still waters
on the pond with many memories
is the form of the scarlet rose
shimmering glittering with beauty

Reaching out a tired hand
for a thirsty heart
feeling the ripples as my hand
breaks the silence of the illusion

nothing is there but a reflection
shimmering and glittering at my despair
a soft scent a voice like chiming bells
play on my senses mercilessly
as engraved in my heart lies the thorny stem

Blood trickles down my chest
from a would that will not close
a wound I unknowingly hold open
to a bleeding heart

to continue to live is to die
and  in death lies an escape
but that would extinguish my light
and it is not the path I choose to take.

Sitting there unfeeling
not even the dove that flies free
dares to come and comfort me.