Drowning

 

Drowning in my own sorrows
I see the roses dying there thorns equal my emotion

Prickling my innards
Thorn by sharp thorn
Digging at me 
Telling me I’m no longer a survivor 
But dying inside and soon on the outside

I listen to their whimsical tones 
My emotion echoes them 
I feel for them 
There loneliness booms in my skull

I am soon to be one of them