Angry thorns of blood red rose
What seething lies behind grace?
A gorgeous vessel hollow knows
Deception lives in their space.
Flawless in another’s eyes
Believing what we think we see.
Behind closed doors this angel cries
Wishing to only be free.
Prisons reveal in many forms
Hiding ugliness on the inside.
Keeping contained the tempests storm
‘Til emotions and rage collide.
Then you will see the fragile soul living with torment and fear,
Begging for mercy to fill the hole that now shows so visibly clear.
~~ Dominic R. DiFrancesco ~~