My petals are already drying out, <br />They’re not white anymore, <br />But a shade of gray! <br /> <br />I am walking on a path of poetry petals, <br />Why is my poetry tainted with <br />Innocent blood, <br />Dripping on my path? <br /> <br />The wind stirs up those petals, <br />And they run, they fly, <br />But then they fall again... <br /> <br />I am walking on a path of poetry petals, <br />Why is my poetry tainted with <br />Your kisses, <br />Caressing each petal of mine? <br /> <br />Rain starts, all the poetry <br />Is washed off those petals, <br />Massacre of raindrops! <br /> <br />I am walking on a dirty path of solitude, <br />Of ignorance, of profane light... <br />Eternity was washed away, <br />Beauty was damaged... <br /> <br />Poetry is always doomed, <br />Even if I’d write with my own blood, <br />On steel petals, <br /> <br />The raindrops would still wash <br />My poetry away, <br />It has no strength within, <br />No eternity within! <br /> <br /> ©Elya Thorn. Do not republish without permission!<br /><br />Elya Thorn<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/path-of-poetry-petals/
