The Rose Thorns

Poetry by Nicholas Summerson

Photo by Nikita Tikhomirov on Unsplash

i peer through the plexiglass
they’re laughing
communicating, agreeing,
no questions

they don’t let me in
i’m stuck here—-no companions
my existence is rose thorns, weeds
cobwebs and stingers
theirs is pristine, smooth
no predators or allergens
i shiver and sweat
but they have AC and central heating

then their gaze morphs into a glare
i can’t come inside

but a sharp wind shifts my perspective
    I see their colorless sterile steel walls

     and I turn, choosing the roses instead

About Nicholas Summerson 272 Articles

Nicholas Summerson is a senior at Clayton A. Bouton High School who enjoys writing, gardening, and yoga. He is inspired by nature and spirituality. Nicholas also enjoys tweeting and listening to music.

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