A SCREAMING HEART

My conscience yelled run and hide 
From the hungry beast of the past
Her scars were tattooed across my mind
Causing me to be afraid to walk among the roses

Her poisonous thorns were hidden  
Behind the petals of her smile 
I was intoxicated by her fragrance
Death had never smelled so sweet
And my heart willingly became her victim 

Like a carnivorous plant
She sought my soul to quench her thirst 
Every time she blushed I became weak
But the gods had mercy on my innocence 
And freed me from the clutches of her deception 

Years had passed and she was forgotten 
Or at the least I thought so
But in the sweetness of my sleep
She was resurrected in my dreams 
And in the stillness of the night 
My heart began to scream.

Wilford Barker.