I sit in the darkness
and I wonder
how I came to this place.
Somehow I lost my way
and now I’m here
fighting my way through
the thorns and roses.
Roses are fragrant
but just for a moment.
Thorns never leave
and they never grow dull.
Pain has no words and I
don’t want to feel anymore.
The bliss of ignorance
is not my lot.
Yet ignorant I have been.
There is no place
to lay my head.
The petals have fallen
from the roses
and I am left with the thorns.