Agony// Poem by Alexdat `

A single rose with thorny stem,
varied in an endless mayhem
Which no one cares to steal away
So left to be forgotten and decay

O what of sorrow I ask, what of sorrow
Where shall I look in the midst of sonder?
Clueless of what's ought to befall tomorrow
Is it bound to be of an odyssey full of wonder?

Or yet another clamour filled with madness..
only to keep me agonized in this storm of torment,
whereas this inner melancholy is endless,
and the isolation in this ether with pure ferment.