On my road to crucifixion, <br />On my Via Dolorosa, <br />I can’t bare the weight of my cross! <br /> <br />I saw you in the people that were <br />Staying along my road, <br />You were throwing <br />White roses on my path... <br /> <br />I looked at them, <br />Beautiful, gentle, <br />Symbol of innocence... <br /> <br />The cross is heavier and heavier, <br />I stopped for a moment, <br />I could not go on, <br />The road seemed eternal, <br />I wished for the end... <br /> <br />You came along again, <br />Threw white roses on my path... <br /> <br />Their white petals I have stepped on <br />With my bare naked dirty feet, <br />Your eyes were in tears... <br /> <br />I didn’t want to step on them, <br />I am sorry... <br /> <br />Actually you should be sorry! <br /> <br />Why have you thrown white roses on my path? <br />Don’t you know they have thorns?<br /><br />Elya Thorn<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/via-dolorosa/
