Blood in Bloom

A glorious rose of red imbued
within a generous heart
shattered…
Entombed…though exquisite
its form as diamond etched
crystal glass–
A vase taught cherished.
An heirloom.
A brooch inherited to bosom adorn.
Yet, instantly
becoming bruised and battered
by
love of late
which blossoms forth
brilliant and fast
when seen
beauty in excess
embodied
worn…
Then preempted
as tv ‘weed’ when another
‘special’
is
‘cast’
as rapid born;
then ‘stars’ that sparkled
are blackened
humbled and abused
to excavate maybe later…
Relics tattered;
reborn
for hate within ‘gods’
does tragically abide.
For knew not
a motherly embrace
and father figure?… Not felt
a trace.
Social ethics in them–pretend.
Emptiness resides.
Upended friends.
Their desires
are violent laced–A blood in bloom.
True faith erased.
So run.
Yes, hide…
Death to pursue
if sought by you.
When becomes the truth:
There once you stood
enamoured
face-to-face…’Beloved’
Never to end…
Yet, not permitted
groomed
patience and kind
as ‘true’ love is
and not assumed.
If not applied… Utter disgrace…
With ‘joy’ and ‘happiness’
to be exhumed.IS Mars THE Answer? . . . Earth Reclaimed: Paradise Regained
Isbn: 978-1-7923-7744-0
By: Ray, Seah
© 12 hours ago, Lucretia McCloud teen • family • society • sad • pain • hope
