Tiny Roses & Road To Heaven

Here’s another poem I wrote when I was twelve. My mother threatened to put me in therapy because of this one.

Tiny Roses

Little faces with little voices,
Little lives with little choices,
It all comes down to nothing.
Little world of little dreams,
Nothing’s quite what it seems.
Wish I could get something.
But I’m surrounded by tiny roses,
No daisies or fruit trees in sight,
And I’m surrounded by their tiny brush,
Weak and envious in their might.
Little frowns followed by little cries.
Little songs turns to little sighs.
It all comes down to nothing.
Little worries makes little wrinkles,
Eyes glassy, holds not a twinkle.
Wish I could get something.
But I’m left here to whither amongst the tiny roses.
No daisies will dance upon the twilight.
I’m left here to die in the wind’s brush.
No one here feels the fright.
Winter comes; now, the valley is bare.
There are no more tiny roses.
In comes the cold with a heart that does not care.
Death consumes the tiny roses.

I don’t remember when or why I wrote this, but here it is.

Road To Heaven

Path of treachery, path of pain,
Lead us back to the game.
In the place where temptation reigns,
Let the contest begin again.
Show we the way off this road.
Heaven bound, I was told.
But in truth, it’s lonely and cold.
In the night sky I see a vision,
One of the lowly bird, the ugly pigeon.
It’s time to fly, to make their decision,
If only I could.
Still, I travel on this dusty road.
Heaven bound, a lie I was sold.
Only in time does the truth unfold.
I stand here crying, frozen and cold.
In the light of the first spark of morning
The sun beating down to block out the reality of the day.
Filled with warmth my heart takes to souring.
Begone, dark cloud, in all your shades of gray.
I have left this road, road to heaven,
Beaten down by the sins of many.
This direction holds no power anymore,
Because heaven reigns inside my door.
Now I see,
The road to heaven
Dwells within me.