by Robert Thistle

Created on: July 25, 2008   Last Updated: September 07, 2009

A Rose Without A Thorn

Forsaken roads, mangled death
In twisted metal a rose lying still
A curious world comes cruising by
And tosses a hopeless pill

A weathered form bruised by the storm
Finds refuge in a cardboard boat
An icy wind and cotton shirt
Are all that keep a-float

Thundered storm, within his mind
The light he cannot see
A senseless peace, bitter calm
He's now highway debris

Learn more about this author, Robert Thistle.
Click here to send this author comments or questions.