Who's Blood will be on my Hands

I saw a rose today

It was white, pure white

It screamed at me to pick it

And offered answer to my prayers

It was everything I wanted

Petals on my floor

Satisfying desire

And soothing what is raw

But as I went to touch it

It took on stains of red

I wondered if I'd pricked my finger

And if my finger bled

But perfume of the rose had the scent of silence

And there were noises in my head

Blinded by need of comfort, I missed the danger signs

And pulled and pulled until rose and hands dripped red

Such was my desire and lust

I failed to see

The key it offered to my heart

Was but a means of lessening me

A voice upon the wind said avoid the roses

And others bearing thorns

Look at blooms less loved

Take time to realise their beauty

Pick the one that offers itself without pain

And whose perfume gets stronger in the rain

Roses are to be given to you by others

They will cleanse your spirit and your heart

The bloom you need now will have a glow

And lay petals on your soul.

When you hold it in your hand

You will see beyond immediate need

There will be no guilt and shame

And your hands will never bleed
 

© Steve Ellis (IntotheBlue) 2012