{"sf1_id":606470,"sf2_id":"Zeq8oZP1","title":"The Rose","author":"librios","words":212,"posted_at":"2013-10-25T06:51:00.000Z","tags":["Fear","Poetry","Struggle","life"],"url":"https://fse.anthro.fr/stories/606470-the-rose","original_url":"https://sofurry.com/s/Zeq8oZP1","image_url":"https://cdn.sofurryfiles.com/submissions/thumbnails/1b/b6/1bb67a18-4bcf-4dfa-856d-79afebae52d5","description":"#9 of Poetry\n\nThis is something i forgot i had in my hard drive. This was made about a year ago, though sadly i have forgotten the meaning to this poem. I will let you guys decide on what it means.","content":"Something's changed\n\nThe clouds turn black\n\nAnd the demons still remain insane\n\nEveryday is a new battle of survival\n\nHearing the usual daily quotes\n\n\"Survival of the fittest\"\n\n\"The weak will perish\"\n\nAs i look into the mirror\n\nI see the imperfect being\n\nLooking closer i realize it's me\n\nBleeding from my head to my knees\n\nThe ashes smeared all over my face\n\nAnd all i see is despair\n\nThe demons gather around me\n\nbeating me down to the ground\n\ntheir words, their insults\n\ncutting through my skin like knifes\n\nI look in their eyes\n\nI see the hate\n\nburning like leprosy\n\nAs they finally leave me to be\n\nMy blood leaving a stain of pain and sorrow\n\nI stand once more to try and carry on\n\ni look down on the ground and i see a red rose\n\nI pick up the rose and i start to see in the horizon\n\nMore roses on the ground\n\nBut they are withered and colored black\n\nI realize why they are black\n\nPeople that have fallen or could not bear going on\n\nAnd the red, showing that i have survived\n\nDespite all the hell that i went through\n\nI became one of the survivors\n\nI walk forward\n\nTo face whatever may come my way\n\n  \n  \n\n","series":{"name":"Poetry","previous":"https://fse.anthro.fr/stories/600318-in-regards.json","next":"https://fse.anthro.fr/stories/607716-the-suicide-message.json"}}