Denial

poem by: Theresa Taylor
Written on Dec 17, 2018

When you're up at night
Pacing through the fields of your mind in hindsight
I hope you stumble into my memory
tangled in the undergrowth
You'll pull aside the weeds of denial and immaturity
But you won't find a corpse
You'll find I am still a rose

Tags: Dark, Riddle, Metaphor, Love, Sad, Imagery,

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Frank Hornby . commented on Dec 17, 2018 at 8:15pm

Lovely.....

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