A Rose For the Thorn

She planted roses for my deathbed and spit in my coffee. Poured vinegar into this heart on my sleeve. I held her up in a high place while she mocked. Plotted and planned when no one was around to defend. Controlled the mark that sustained life. Every hour belonged to her. Come or go... her decision. Voodoo and spaghetti at my vigil. Melted candles smothered by by dirt. This light of mine, snuffed out by deception. Victory dancing on my grave. I dug this hole for myself. The thorn in her flesh. Berteena Harmony of the Soul 10 February, 2019

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Pashang Salehi

Date: 2/11/2019 11:15:00 PM

Life never promises a rose garden, but its thorn every minute... Fill that hole with more love... Nicely done.

Berteena Harmony Of The Soul
Date: 2/12/2019 6:38:00 PM

Have not love, I am nothing. <3 Thank you, Pashang

Gershon Wolf

Date: 2/10/2019 10:25:00 PM

Intriguing ink...piercing … and welcome to the Soup! :) gw

Berteena Harmony Of The Soul
Date: 2/12/2019 6:23:00 PM

I'm so happy this poem resinated with you. Thank you kindly. ;)

James Horn

Date: 2/10/2019 5:17:00 PM

Had read another poem from Horn; We knew bright new poet was born; Would see dirt, Humor and hurt; A crown with thorn Jesus had worn.

Berteena Harmony Of The Soul
Date: 2/12/2019 6:36:00 PM

All the best of dark and bright, like the stars of the night. 'Tis GRACE that makes one's heart right. Grace sufficient for peace shedding light.

Caren Krutsinger

Date: 2/10/2019 12:05:00 PM

My soul is liking this a bunch. Your free verse made me smile, in its delightfulness!

Berteena Harmony Of The Soul
Date: 2/10/2019 5:17:00 PM

Your soul is very kind and I adore you. <3

John Gondolf

Date: 2/10/2019 9:26:00 AM

Many times in life we are deceived by the ones we love, and sometimes it scares us for life. Nicely written Berteena.

Berteena Harmony Of The Soul
Date: 2/10/2019 5:14:00 PM

Tit tat. Tip tap. No loss. Such is life. Thank you, John.

Silent One

Date: 2/10/2019 8:01:00 AM

Sounds like an awful person who took advantage of you.. sometimes we do not see those who stab daggers into our back.. you described it very poetically..

Berteena Harmony Of The Soul
Date: 2/10/2019 5:09:00 PM

Can't vent, but I can write a poem. ;) Thank you, Silent One.