I made my bed so
Now I have to lie in it.
I want a new bed.
Tag consequence
Aftermath
A thick heavy black soot settles over the landscape that was previously filled with roses and petals and flowers and all of nature’s beauty, filling the air with their scent and igniting the senses with their glory, all being replaced and suffocated with dead grey ash. Where are the roses? They have died.
Consequence
I ate of the forbidden fruit
Since then I ache for more
I pay the price both day and night
And now I understand
I put my finger to the flame
It burnt, I burnt, I pain
My skin is raw
Red melting flesh
It never goes away
Perhaps in time my wounds will heal
Til then
I breathe, I hurt, I pray
Poems and Petals 