My Bleeding Finger

by

Sean Cafferky

I cast my focus upwards
towards the expanse of red petals
it's dark down here -- out of reach
and amongst the thorns

Once more I reach out
to grasp the fragile rose
the darkness blinds my soul, my heart
is full of sorrow -- stung by rose thorns

I am living for the day
when my golden rewards will come
I am living for the day
when the beacon shines some
I am living out the day
when the roses will succumb

In my dreams, reality strikes
black
the thorns grow evermore
dark
I find I cannot move
empty
lest I pierce my body
cold

I long to thrust myself
entirely upon the bloodied blade
when she comes to swoop me up
she takes me in her hand, the golden cup

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