Her thorn lodged deep within my heart

Bleeding years away in a moment.

She’s been replaced by a new rose, sitting

Vibrant in the sunrise of a new day.

This rose holds her thorns close,

Not yet scarring my heart.

No longer tearing a hole that leads into bleak,

Black holes ripped in time,

Black insides of a once vivacious epicenter.

No longer tearing holes into what

I once believed to be true,

“Happily Ever After”

Life turns towards

A lonely past,

A hopeful future,

An enlightened present.

Will she be the one to make me whole,

Hold me up, or

Bring me down, crushed?

One flower in a field of weeds

Eventually dies,

Joining the rest of this deadened Earth.