Dead Roses Welcome

Dead roses welcome Broken, the gate of a dying garden Locked by a chain of sadness Swinging aimlessly in neither direction Forgotten blooms dry Rusted thoughts deteriorate quickly From a fallen porch swing Tattered cushions offer no comfort Chipped paint blinds longing eyes Stepping from the edge of loneliness Meeting the earth with a heavy foot Looking beneath for a spot to rest Tear drops moisten to mud Carving marble words of the departed Hammer and chisel cursive Dust coats my throat as I whisper Here lies my heart…dead roses welcome