Grave Gardner

I've been troubled As of late Stumbling in the darkness To the presence of a golden gate The moment I reach The glistening bars I awake, irritated That I can only go...so...far ~then Reality~ That feeling of want Presses me to find Perceived treasures In my empty mind There has to be a key That will open what's closed Beyond the boundaries Of what this world knows ~about the Sacred~ Without the all from beyond The confines of this place I must reconcile my knowledge To that locked gate Imagination and dreams Invite the bored to entertain That life would be better If you possessed all you COULD gain ~without unpleasantness~ Everything in this ground Grows with weeds and fruit together Each plant has to fight To not allow self to be tethered What is this place I'm in It seems to be a garden of death Where the withered and worn Lay down their last breath ~to a black earth~ And the Grave Gardner Collects the doomed soul Awaiting the Revelation Of a hidden goal ~there has to be a reason~ Written by Trudy Schrader on 07-08-2018