Wildflower

In this unforgiving wilderness

in a land bereft of life

two roses bloom, softly, silently

all alone in some forgotten corner.

Surviving gunshots and empty eyes

they grow beside each other

bloodstained and withered

yet alive.

In a land devoid of compassion

this is the only splash of colour

....two roses bloom

their roots intertwined with each other.

Growing steadily on a diet of flames and tears,

with each wound and slash,

the roots dig deeper into the ground

intertwining with each other

never to let go.

Two roses bloom

spreading their fragrance all around

but it is masked by the smell of gunpowder and blood.

The petals are slowly falling off

one by one by one

but they cling to each other,

deep down in the soil

never to let go.