Plague Full Of Roses
Plagued ambition, stifling muck
To run and run while fastly stuck
Excited drones of laughter cry
It hurts to want yet more to try
Unwarranted to see no hope
While past presents a stronger yoke
Foundations lie yet build thereon
And lay out paths for every pawn
Words alone do much incite
The goblins gasp and reach for blight
Be forewarned yet ever still
Pick among arrays of quill
Stories fold and unfold harsh
The lines they draw can leave one parched
Hope is found just out of reach
Where it belongs to better preach
It burns to see but freezes fast
I hope to hope as if a mast
Rejected cruelly like a curse
Though someone else may make it worse
As grains do sit among a pile
One passes by without a smile
No need to please or make amends
They all will blow with stronger winds
The rose will grow and sweetly smell
It matters not by whom did tell
The mass decision is profound
But one among should sleep more sound