Midnight In the Garden of Good and Evil
The tears have stopped flowing now
As I buried him deeply in the garden
Amongst the lilacs and jasmine trees
Where he could breathe their delicious scent
And their petals could softly caress his skin
The cinder blocks of disappointment
Mark his eternally silent grave
Cold and ascetic against the rich foliage
As if I wished for him to stand out against such beauty
Yet still be touched by it, an ever present memorial
For inside the beautiful garden of my mind
Where he had once walked so freely
Trampling wildly with no concern for the consequences
Not caring if anything would ever grow there again
So I entombed him there as a reminder, of all that once was
His memory serving to show me what was savagely taken
Used and abused and then thrown to the wind
Emotions laid waste, gnawing at the beauty
Inciting the madness of good and evil
As they battle endlessly within this garden
Memories of love replaced by those of hate,
Churning inside of me, the good urging me to let go
The evil relentlessly pursuing my ire
Like a warm coat evil protects from the misery
While the good encourages the self incrimination
And so it is midnight in the Garden of Good and Evil
My demons restlessly guide my steps
With now silent tears that water my imagination
And cement my resolve with a sense of resilience
For after this night I will cry no more...
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