"Rose Bush"
I fell into a rose bush and a thorn it pricked my heart...
Little difference does this make, I've been bleeding from the start...
I struggle to stand up again, the thorn digs deeper still...
Though very well I know it won't, I feel this wound could kill...
Everytime I move and struggle, red blood shines like a star...
Every thorn that cuts a gash and pricks, reopens an old scar...
Coursing pain like nothing else, many scores of it I feel...
Sometimes I turn and ask, "Is this really real?"