The Roses of Paradise

This is a poem I wrote when I was 15. I have all the poems I wrote in two diaries. I dunno why I stopped but I did, when I was in college. Probably not a choice. :P

As I walked down the highway

I saw a rose peeking out of a barrier fence

And as I picked it up

I realised it was black

As I held the flower

And smelled its fragrance

I got pierced by its thorns

And blood oozed out of the wound

As I looked at the red fluid

I remembered the unhappy time

It all came back to me

And I cried with all my might

But then I heard a tinkle of voices

Not far from where I was standing

I saw this place, its colour was red

And realised it was roses

I head near it

And saw the sparkling leaves

Nearer and nearer I came

And the brightness of it enamoured like diamonds

As I draw into a halt

I saw my name etched in one of the flowers

And then I realised

I was one of the roses of paradise

It's not the best. I was 15. lol I should have edited it now but I want the rawness of it.

The poem is now 16 years old.