Hello fellow readers, this poem is kind of sinister if you hadn't noticed. I hope you like my writing and the poem. Please comment your feedback about it, or tell me if I could do something different. Thank you!
A fog of poison crawls, no, slithers down my throat.
It takes a turn on my nerves.
My limbs, tossing and twitching, threatening to stop completely, and forever more.
My brain is trying to fight; unable to win against this fearless fog.
I try to get to the hole, the hole that protects me, traps me,
and persuades me to say goodbye.
It tears me from everything that keeps me grounded to mortality.
I believe that this is a dream.
But the agonizing pain tears me back to reality.
The fog is inside me now, boring its jagged teeth into my heart.
* * *
It takes the person that I love, showing me that I have no control.
It toys with my heart and shreds my love into a thousand pieces.
Leaving its clue to me.
I try to make sense of it all; it has the one that I love.
One enemy, one problem, one solution, one white rose.
My future lies in my hands.
One decision of mine can destroy it.
Each move I make,
I get more people hurt.
* * *
A white rose.
It could only mean death.
* * *
I see white, I am confused, where am I?
WHERE AM I?
I scream at the top of my lungs.
No one comes; no one comes and tells me where I am, or what they want of me.
* * *
It’s all part of its little game,
knowing each move I’m going to make; always five steps ahead.
Will it give up?…Never.
No one will be safe from its frostbite of a game.
The White Rose is my enemy
