"The Truth"

Slipping into depression

How shall I climb out

Engulfed in darkness

Still, I can hear them shout



They seek my lost soul

But it's been missing since birth

I have never known a conscience

which was perfect for evading hurt



Such a specimen is peculiar

Narcissists, we feel no pain

Even tears in a lovers eyes

Would cause no dismay



I once counted this as a blessing

But now I see the truth

It was my fault all along

I apologize if you thought it was you



So now that I understand this feeling

I realize I should have never been afraid

because the renditions of a heavy heart

Is a spiritual growth experience I would never trade



So if there are heavens

I thank them for my tears

Because it is better to have loved and lost

then to never have faced my fears

The concrete that covered the rose

Part one

The cold wet cement was concocted by a stern iron hand
With poverty, tyranny, and oppression being the key components of it's plan
All was expected to die of the life that once occupied the ground
Still the workmen paid no mind as they laid the cement down

But through persistent pleads and cries
the concrete was weakened over time
therefore, the iron fist mistook that
even a single rose could grow out of a tiny nook