Florescent Gales of Past

Florescent scents from our carousing days,
Pervade my nose when thinking of a Rose I’ve plucked and,
Let die.
A Rose my heart held as a symbol of love,
Now dead because of faith she couldn’t see when looking into my watery eyes…

And,
It took a while to grow past the pain of Her loss,
As my sunshine dimmed the second she took off.
But,
I adopted a different kind of ‘sun’ with no other choice in sight.
Roses go black,
Eventually,
Except for the light!
Beaming down on everyone willing to face Truth.
Despite how much it aches and incapacitates your will to survive…
Even if all you can do is surmise…

Convalescence through faith and repentance will ameliorate my tunnel vision more than a woman full of surprises,
I couldn’t see coming with so much smoke covering my eyes after igniting what I should’ve kept whole and chuck to the side of me.
Weed full of sticks beating down on my sanctity while planting its Seed of Insanity,
Gradually sinking down a hole as a low-class reaching failure of a high degree.
But,
I deserved it for not passing on a high getting farther and farther up to the sky just,
To fall at higher speeds than I ever have before…

Florescent scents from our carousing days,
Pervade my nose when thinking of a Rose I’ve plucked and,
Let fly.
Into gales of merriment she couldn’t find while facing one another’s bedside…