Rainbows On The Ground

The ground blooms in rainbows

and I lay a faded white rose

in a padded garden growing insanity.

I can’t remember the scent of spring.

Bleach drinks the tiles on the floors

burning my nose with helpless.

I am here to get better, but I can’t find better.

It is not in the pills poured from a witch’s hand

or the shadow puppets stealing them from under my tongue.

The elusive “they” tell me I am here for my own good.

What is good about numbness and prying voices

that ask so many questions but have no ears to listen?

Beyond the stones I am buried in is my freedom,

because I can see birds flying across the sky from my window.

I know I could reach them 

if someone would just give me back my wings.

©Susie Clevenger 2013

Hannah at Real Toads gave us tulip pictures for inspiration. I took a cue from the title for the prompt and went with "dark" colors.

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