The Rose Poem by Ryan Joseph Holder

Solitude
And war and peace
Another chance
To come and see
A broken promise
And a lie
As the rose
Begins to die
While we wither
Life away
All the petals
Will decay
As the cities
Will corrupt
Everything
And nothing, but
The way we all
Are forced to be
Another twisted
Planted seed
And when we root
And spread our stems
A Pestilence
Begins to spread
The poison grows
Within our veins
That cause us all
To go insane
That leaves us thirsty
For the blood
We never seem
To shed enough
The crimson mask
And ruby necklace
Nothing left here
To protect us
But even though
There is decay
And also war
And though we may
Fight forever
Between ourselves
Quickly making
This our hell
Through the concrete
And the stone
Through the earthquakes
And cyclones
Through the blizzards
And monsoons
Through the ever
Closing doom
Though we fight
And though we die
And though we murder
And we lie
Hope and love
Will persevere
Even though
The end is near
From the concrete
And the blood
A rose will grow
And blossom love.