A perfect rose is hard to find.
Its beauty unmatched, one of a kind.
Unscathed and unharmed by cruelty, by hate.
Its neck does not bow, under the weight.
Empty Smiles And Hollow Laughs
Empty smiles and hollow laughs
Adorn the faces around me.
‘How are you? ’
Asked merely out of habit
The glistening petals catch the rising suns light
As it finds it way through the canopy of leaves above.
Piercing the darkness made humid by screams.
Doomed Life so heartlessly placed continues to grow