Poison

Poison

Would you just take a look around?
And make the thread into a round.

The circle fills the void in air,
to represent a world that’s fair.

I’m holding hands with pain again,
and hope just seems to drag in vain.

The petals begin to drip some blood,
the pain and fear that come and flood

But things will always be this way,
as long as feelings block the way.

Just kiss the goblet and gulp it down,
gulp the poison that has spread around.