Beast in the roses
A field of black roses in front of me
Reminds me of my soul's eternity.
Those scarlet crystals on their petals
Are glittering dimly in my darkened eyes.
I turned to be mad, I can't sleep anymore
I always sit still and I look at the door.
I wait for its opening calmly outside
But raging and scratching myself from inside.
This animal in me is craving for roses.
It wants to appear among their spikes
And it doesn't want me remaining its owner
It wants to break through and it's ready to strike.
26th of July, 2020