Burnt Orchids

Burnt Orchid
they are hiding
in the tangles
of my hair
and I can
hear them weeping
in the red garden
if you care
they've been tortured
way to long
to come out
into the light
strained beyond
such recognition
no longer can
they fight
I can smell
their morbid scent
a twisted beauty
that clings deep
feel the saddened
happiness within
the secrets that they keep
but shake my
head and let
those petals gently
hit the ground
for instead of crumbling
just like me
their is still
beauty
to be found