The Black Rose

A poem in two parts about two beautiful people coming from different circumstances. Success was achieved once they found each other.

Photo By Dan J

A person was provided a life with all its colour,
becoming a white flower,
a different someone holding the thorns,
provided the life of a black rose.

An unpredictable direction,
life on time’s canvas became slippery,
a painters work never done,
different colours are scattered everywhere.

Two different journeys,
luck mixing its colours differently,
happiness one way,
misery the other way,
life is never fair.

Your life had become a black rose,
a misery is burrowing deep into the flesh,
as your eyes look down,
the right hand is filled with thorns.

We hired father time as our painter of life,
a handmade portrait took shape and form,
a mix of the colours black and red,
your life portrays only darkness and bleeding emotions.