Black Rose

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    Black Rose
     
    Black Rose 
    By: Sandra Rains 
    Rainbow colored illusions 
    full of awkward pain 
    This darkness consumes me 
    I am a dead-like stain 
    The sky is above me 
    and hell is below 
    Is God protecting me? 
    only heaven knows 
    Take this black rose 
    drape it over my face 
    Let the thorns cut me 
    Let me bleed in my own space 
    imaginary memories 
    could it be a figment of my mind? 
    Do I need to remember? 
    or should I leave it all behind? 
    The sky is still above me 
    and hell still thrives below 
    Does God really love me? 
    Only heaven knows 
    Take this black rose 
    drape it over my eyes 
    Let the thorns blind me 
    and erase my visual lies
    _________________
    God Bless! 
    Author Sandra Rains  
     
    By: Sandra Rains 
    Rainbow colored illusions 
    full of awkward pain 
    This darkness consumes me 
    I am a dead-like stain 
    The sky is above me 
    and hell is below 
    Is God protecting me? 
    only heaven knows 
    Take this black rose 
    drape it over my face 
    Let the thorns cut me 
    Let me bleed in my own space 
    imaginary memories 
    could it be a figment of my mind? 
    Do I need to remember? 
    or should I leave it all behind? 
    The sky is still above me 
    and hell still thrives below 
    Does God really love me? 
    Only heaven knows 
    Take this black rose 
    drape it over my eyes 
    Let the thorns blind me 
    and erase my visual lies
    _________________
    God Bless! 
    Author Sandra Rains

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    Teardrops commented on Black Rose

    12-03-2009

    a very sad poem life has some sunshine and i hope you step out into it soon great poem thanks for the read
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    A poem begins as a lump in the throat, a sense of wrong, a homesickness, a lovesickness. It finds the thought and the thought finds the words.

    Robert Frost (1875-1963) American Poet.

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