Roses Strewn and Crushed

A landslide buries more than a life,

Roses strewn and crushed,

Driven into the ground,

There is no sound,

- just apparitions,

The mind haunts the mind,

It becomes cruel not kind,

No more sleep,

Lying in a heap,

Your tears are knives,

Your cheeks are wrists,

The cuts on the surface,

Much deeper than this, In a pile of blood you voluntarily lay,

Your body a sponge – drawing in dismay,

It wasn’t you, yet you think it so,

Someone has left and you have to know,

Why did they leave?! Why did they go?!

In rightful innocence, you feel shame,

You sever your fingers,

Assume the blame,

And you cant hear me!

Behind the glass!

You’re in a lions enclosure,

And through this exposure,

I realise:

That you love them.