Sadly, secret murky tiled
No hope, destitute merciless bile
Twist, turn fight and bat
Get to where the strength is at

Mess, mired deep down in
No way open can’t begin
Mutter, sputter rage and fume
Makes no difference

The rose still blooms.
~ Patrice

Wild Rose ~ photo by Patrice

© Patrice Clarkson Р2013