red roses, steeped in blood

why do you continue to yearn for its thorns?

–

yearn for the impossibilities

duly fairness

–

the petals in evil handcuffs

turning continuously in the wheel of time

–

you claimed: I’ll save a little money

for a trip away in the fall

–

you claimed as much

since you’ve changed your life

by never allowing the leaves to settle

–

tonight

I’m with my ghosts

hypnotized

by their voices

their madness

–

all that I need is death

for the scattering memories

–

startled by

shuddering

ghosts

–

they’re bent over with pain

as I’m suspended

in between a poem and my regrets

like a cloud

–

a cloud

turning into a question mark

–

turning off the light

everyone including you

the voices, ghosts