Concrete Rose

This rose, I felt sorrow for

Because I too was left for dead

Why is your vision so big and bold?

Because King had a dream

And X was by any means

Left for dead but they rose

Not walking zombies but amongst the heroes

Amongst the zeros the egos worth a few cents

Stored away and lost in the attic the treasure becomes nuisance

So to this rose in which the concrete be-troughs

Your stems are left with gold after your petals have been lost

And these prose are what I leave you with

The cost of this rose whose leaves were bent

Is the price of resurrection from the grief that’s spent.