Nothing but roses

How do you stop the pain lasting millennia?

How do you wake up from a nightmare?

How do you find that moment

To sit

And cry

Or find that silent moment

Of clarity

To find courage

How?

When?

When does it end?

I know it does not end with death

Because I am still here

And I carry the suffering

dread and pain

Of all those before me

The pain is as fresh

As the prick of a rose thorn

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