Nothing to Lose

The rose petals caress the cheek

But the thorns hurt me as I speak

The face is numb for want of touch

The burning eyes don’t say much

The fire in the mind tells the truth

As the wood mourns the charred youth

The one who warmed their hands in the fire

Have now culminated and I can hope to desire

A hope of perception receives me

While the numbness in my face deceives me

For I can’t tell the good touch from bad

I now realise I have always been sad

I hope I can rise and make a turn

But they have caged my ashes in an urn

My ashes too they want to use

Once I'm dead I'll have nothing to lose.