In the jungle of my mind, roses grow wild,
Their petals soaked with tears, fragrance beguiled.
Thorns dig deep, mirroring my inner strife,
Lost in the darkness, battling for life.
Their beauty mocks the chaos I endure,
Each bloom a reminder of wounds obscure.
In their scent, I seek solace, yet pain,
For they echo the storms in my heart's domain.
With every petal, a part of me dies,
In this wilderness of thoughts, under starry skies.
But I hold onto hope, amidst the dread,
That amidst the thorns, peace lies ahead.