A vase of flowers on my desk
The petals so mesmerizing
The smell so exquisite
The meaning so harsh and painful, like thorns on a rose
Hurting, not physically, but mentally
Then as the cell doors open, I escape into the crowd
Returning to a place that doesn't feel like home
...
A pleasure filled addiction takes over me
The beginning so intense
The ending so satisfying
The only feeling to temporarily stop the tears...