Elenushka Toledo - Thorns

A deep dark ocean swallowed

her dreams, a black rose with

thorns pinched again and

again the edge of her wounds.

And vivid cuts adorned her like

a perfect crying frame, decorating

her heart with only suffering sights.

Shadows of dark clouds follow

constantly by the mist in her eyes.

Path conceal with her own grief,

and not knowing where the roaming

spirits guide her, or where the star's

point out a path taking her through.

She stumble, she mourns, and she

drops her fighting sword to the

ground. She surrender's to the damage

of pain and woe, her eyelids bleed

and exhaust her, tears are dry, not

much to pour, they can't even blink

anymore. Deal with despair- no

longer aware of many more days

to compare.

Elenushka Toledo

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