Black rose -poem

I ask

How do I fall to their knees?

The ones who I have been hurt

By their own god damn hands

why do I come back?

I ask.

Why I am stuck in a room full of their faces?

Bars that are too narrow for escape

So rusty so old

How long, have they been there?

I ask.

How can you love a black rose?

Can a black rose bleed red?

with guilt,

with mercy,

with redemption.

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