My Red Chrysanthemum

Upon my road lie yellow chrysanthemums, 

their cruel beauty smiled down on me

Pulling broken limbs along shards of glass,

scarlet trails are the marks I bleed

 

Stalking not far behind, it hungers

The ghost of my past that hates change

Fearing the chains that once bound me

I aching increase my solemn pace

 

Even After being lost in webs of torn trust

and lies heaped on my back as luggage 

I saw no curve on my uncharted path,

as the cursed blooms laughed, I became sluggish

 

I escaped the darkness after many a year

I found that the flowers now shine white

Entranced by such spectacular divinity

I bump into an angel of equal sight

 

His healing aura washed over my dreary mind

giving peace I thought only death might bring

Gifting to me a bloom of crimson 

and I felt my darkened heart sing

 

I was saved the day you came to me

and for the first time, I believed in the myth of love

Now, having abandoned my thorny road

I enjoy the sight of red Chrysanthemums

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Dominique Lucas

Mon 23rd Dec 2019 20:39

Thank you so much and Merry Christmas to you as well! May your season shine bright.

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Paul Sayer

Mon 23rd Dec 2019 15:07

Wonderful poem Dom.

Have a great Christmas and a happy, healthy, carefree 2020
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