The Black Rose

Unreal expectations of

Sharing souls,

Woke up in the

Wrong time zone,

My mind grew a nebula

Cloud detached from ego,

Her frequency deflated

In the cold winter snow,

Where did the divine

Connection go,

Our transparent worlds

Integrated just to explode,

All that’s left are empty words

And a black rose…

Lying on the floor

Nick F. Hawkins

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