A Rose Of Misery

That depressed feeling of melancholy descends upon me.
I gaze upon the velvet rose which I see
In an allegorical sense it depicts my life.
Oh, the many ways it portrays my strife.

The beautiful petals, that alluring red.
like, in today's dystopia, the in-numerous blood shed
every minute, hour and day though hidden
the secrets of the world; forbidden.

The sweet scent, equivalent to that dreamland.
that distant, allusive, unapproachable, unobtainable land.
I envy it, loathe it, hate it, from the bottom of my heart.
Just like life itself; tearing me apart

Finally the thorns, the source of agony,
pain, suffering, torture, woe and misery.
That fills my life.

Survival of the fittest, the weak are devoured.
Killed to become food for those empowered.
It's time for my departure, my fate draws nigh.
To be slaughtered; for a mere animal am I.