Storm of Roses
a poem in 3 parts
Onset
red rose petals shower down
onto cold white marble
teardrops fall too
landing on petals
like blood and pearls in oysters
so rare, so silent, so sudden
the stormclouds eclipse the sun
turning day into night
Eye of the Storm
loneliness is the worst torture
listless, she lies, wishing for death
but even feeling pain is better
than feeling nothing at all
Fate's Game
the rain outside mimicking her tears
like a broken mirror, laughing Fate
cruel Goddess dealing the worst hand
the existence of a meaningless pawn
tossed about in unforgiving waters of oceans
never knowing the rules,
not even knowing the game
forced to play until the forfeit of sanity
as the storm rages on
