Worry
Life is a bed of roses. Yes.
Though sweetness and love often bless,
In troubled fits I also lay-
Thorns pierce my sides- to my dismay.
5
I knock on the door of Dreams.
Desperate- for an answer.
Life, with her strangling whims
and vines, keeps short her tether.
10
Stallions of day sometimes terrify
more than the mares still behind.
Shall boastful Tomorrow dare defy-
the hold of Yesterday, in my mind?
15
Or shall He join with Her-
fellow mockers, foes of mine.
18
Just an impromptu poem i came up with upon seeing YeuAnn's post of 'The Sky is a Rose'. Sorry that its rather melancholic :p. the inspiration of it is the image of the rose which led me to think of a bed of roses- and to the saying that life is not a bed of roses. Haha. Do give me your input as well. :D