Death of a Rose

Death of a Rose By Nate Spears Published 2013 in “Death OF A Rose” By Nate Spears The onion blooms this summer with an essence of pleasure The winter’s rose brings the smell of death As X marks the spot I ask why? The letters reveal everything in a perfect storm As my fortune grew wheels I became bankrupt My pockets flat-lined into dust My days became a Knights reality My short comings were the guiding in my life’s fatalities My burdens became the struggles of my light Each and every day I deal with this in this life My soul is sun burned My life has washed ashore Times two; my son’s bring me rays of light Allowing me to see everything with excellent vision In all four corners of this ring surrounding my fingers tip Victory stands bold in the middle Failure has lost to a simple slip So who’s the real champion now? Tears and sweat are only separated By the point in which they’re released Beauty lies deeply Within the heart of the beast One moment for the momentum That destroys the cells of venom Black and cancerous, It sickens our society as we watch this rose die The funeral we attend today stems from this This is the Death Of A Rose.