Black.Rose.Petals

Your thoughts are scattered

Like petals on the ground.

You measure your being by their silent sound -  

The thoughts that you think

Blow in the wind

Like beautiful petals - 

Without a sound.

 

Your emotions are noticed

Like roses in your hands.

You watch them come, go and change -

The emotions that you live

Change like roses in a vase

Like colourful flowers - 

With painful sounds.

 

Your life is black

Like the unknown.

You search for the way - 

The way home...

The way to the black-hole

The black-hole in your heart.

Mapped with

Black

Rose

Petals

With no clear place

                        to start.

Author's Note

I wrote this way back (4 years ago) when I was in high school.

Reviews

[I Cast a Shadow]

My biggest critique to this gorgeous piece is the first stanza. You did what you had done with the last poem I reviewed. It falls flat by the end. We have established that thoughts are measured in silence. You do not need to reiterate that and especially not with the same vocabulary ("sound(s)"). I would try to revise the flow of the first stanza and maybe expand on others. I especially like the ending lines.

[Black]

I loved this write
especially the last stanza,
i know how it feels.
great job

[deeps]

Wow! This is really amazing!
I loved this write, especially the last stanza.
Keep writing & welcome to the cafe.