cries; entangled within lush barbed wire.
of red displays through its silver captor.
passer by finds misery upon sight of the mess.
desire to break the wire once and for all.
though the roseís thorns will strike once rescued,
passer by knows the scent is worth more than the pain.
the huge tangled mess with heartfelt concern.
a space to do least harm to himself and the rose.
one, with fresh bloodstains of one less lucky before.
soul that was pulled in by the lust of the rose.
shrapnel lies perpendicular to the opening.
sign, but the reflections display it all.
myself. Yes. Even the sharp edges talk to me.
it. I donít navigate through the opening either.
the rose. The cage shrieks as it senses the roseís freedom.
sits camouflaged between the petals. Now itís new home.
Dedicated to all those going through trials and
tribulations in their lives.