Sunday, March 5 @8:34 PM
In a garden, many.
Like a rose that wont bloom
after endless time of nuture.
Stalk of torns, Sharp like blazor.
Careless touched, pricked.
Blood flown profusely.
Numb yet held inner pain, unbearable.
Not fatal. Not long-term but
short term wise, extreme.
Jess+