Rose's pain pervades all that she is,
wrapping itself round her like a boa constrictor,
slowly squeezing the life from her and stealing her joy.
Rose's angst and sorrow course slowly through her heart,
like a cobra's powerful deadly venom,
it slithers across her weary frightened mind,
laying upon her soul as a heavy stone.
Rose wonders if she'll ever be freed of this torturous burden,
the terrible ache of her sorrow and pain are too much to bear,
she cries day and night not finding the solace of peace,
for it seems troubles and snares find her no matter where she turns,
making Rose's life a virtual living hell,
leaving her with a simple motto of despair,
Rose ever thinks to herself woe is me,
and my life is doomed to be filled with pain and suffering,
'til the black day on which I finally die.
Donavon Scott Vinson