Chaos Roses

Chaos Roses

Anger like a rose that blooms in darkness
springs to life in a field of chaos
watered by my tears.

The soil is dark and fertile,
warm and sandy
by a river flowing all the way from here
into the ocean
reaching all the way to you

far away, yet still the darkness blooms
like chaos-roses from a field of anger
I give, you
return to me.

We care too much,
claim that we don’t care
and wish that made it true.
But words in all their power
don’t have the power to wash away
misplaced love,
nor do tears shed in sadness,
shed in anger on a field of chaos in the dark.

Right or wrong I cannot turn away
nor stop the weeds from blooming,
stop the roses
from smelling sweet or looking pretty
or having thorns
in fields of chaos
By the river which keeps flowing unto you.