Sea of Thorns

I look for a rose
In a sea of thorns
I can’t see
I am blinded
I can just feel
Everytime I touch anything
My hands are bloodied
But my tenacity,
It refrains
Refrains to die
I pick up some thorns
Deceived by,
my relentless pursuit

A Rose in a Sea of Thorns

The blood oozes out
My hands can’t feel thorns,
Not anymore
Even the thorns,
Feel like roses
When I walk away
Leaving that rose behind
That waited to be picked up
I never knew,
That I would return
And I returned,
But that rose
Still eludes me
Someone else picked it up
I wish
I had been more persistent
and patient enough
I wish
I knew
What a rose felt like