The Flower

I stretch my fingertips to touch the petal, and feel nothing but ice.

I bend to smell the rose, but it has no scent.

I am afraid this forbidden flower will forever be beyond my reach.

I open my eyes to be blinded by reality, but can see only shadow.

I strain my ears to hear the music of life, but am met with dark silence.

I'm trapped forever in this place of my mind, this illusion of comfort.

Never shall I taste the flower of true love