Appreciate the Art

On every rose

There is a thorn.

And god only knows

The barbs they adorn.

My careless hand was shredded apart.

Appreciate the art.

What do you suppose

Those eager teeth warn?

What forces oppose

Such beauty unborn?

Will I ever find love on my part?

Appreciate the art.

There is blazing glory in being reborn.

A firebird in repose,

No need of fear, no need to mourn,

And no limit to what one can compose.

My soul was hell-bound from the start.

Appreciate the art.

For so long I've sworn

That pain was a part of how life goes.

And, art in truest form,

Was the same in the path that I chose.

Its left me in the vacuum of my heart.

Appreciate the art.