As I smelled the roses
~~~~~~*~~~~~~


I had fallen into a pit
Like a tiger, trapped
Four dirt walls
Surround me
Twelve feet deep.

The more escapes I attempted
The walls crumble down
Burying me deeper
Suffocating me.

I saw the light above
As I reach for the glory
Of it’s sanctuary
It was but a false light
Within my horizon.

I found himself choking
On the fumes of society’s reality
Breathing my last taste of bitterness
Sighing as I exhaled
My final expectations.

I expired within the tiger’s pit
Deep in my mind
All that remained, was the remnants
Of a broken man.

After a nervous breakdown
Before crawling in a fetal position
Like an unborn child
Dying in a padded cell
Of an insane asylum.

All because she left me
To nurse my own broken heart,
As I smelled the roses
Of passionate moments
Long gone.


By: William Bonilla
“D’Artagnan”
01/24/08