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.
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