Chaotic Roses

Confined to a decrepit bed
In a forgotten garden walled by stone
No one left to haunt the hallowed ground
For uncommitted sins the land atones

Death and decay reign inside
Neglect and harsh elements have taken their toll
Colors are drained,beauty is lost
With no one left to console

Yet we see in one corner
Through the weeds and thistle
Tender green sprouts fighting for life
Encouraged by a tiny birds whistle

These rebels in a world so harsh
Grow stronger and stronger each day
Taking over one another
Some smothered,some live to see another day

The ones that are left
Are hopelessly entwined
With no one to lovingly tend
Their fate depends on will undefined

One corner now bursts with color
Wild and free they did come alive
Their future undetermined
But for now they strive