Don’t Pity Over Pains | Poem

I must admit

When a black rose blooms

That’s the beautiful process

That catches my breathes to smile.

Am I walking on the path I despise?

Don’t answer! I’m hatred you hide

Beneath deeds of conscious dying

To revive metaphysical existence of time.

I must admit

When that night arrives for us,

We’ll not back down to kill each other

Knowing the darkness that blooms inside

Is going towards a destruction

Planned over these years of sins.

Tell the dark consuming gallows,

I’ll meet you before I break

That’s the fate speaking a lie

To hook some high in my mind

So, I don’t loathe anymore.

© sjwordsmith

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