Oh, fairest rose of purest touch,
With my lineage upon you seeping,
It is my soul that you doth clutch.
I feel your thorn inside my wrist,
With the blood that runs beside,
And it makes me believe that I exist.
I see your bloom begin to wilt,
While sorrow escapes my eyes,
Because in you I view my guilt.
Now, as your petals begin to slide,
I sense my spirit lull to sleeping,
And in only you this I confide.
I isolated myself from all of them,
Because I let my fears reside,
And for this I myself condemn.
I feel the coldness begin to invade,
Singing the Reaper's song I despise,
And I embrace my destruction unafraid.
Author notes
I'm a little suicidal right now. This is a form I created called The Lilliam Rhyme.
Written August 20th, 2006
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Thank you! I usually don't like short poetry but I guess your contest inspired me. Thanks again. ~Lilly~ -
Very compelling and a wonderfully dark penned write. Thanks for sharing and good luck in my contest... x Butterfly.
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