My Garden
You set fire to my garden
Burnt all the plants
Dug out all the dead stuff and Replanted
You say you did it to kill the weeds
You didn’t mean to kill the plants
That was a few months ago
I find the smell from your fire often visits me
It's almost as if my garden was still burning
The weeds are back
And I need you to burn them
But I won't ask for your help this time
Post Comments
Poetrysoup is an environment of encouragement and growth so only provide specific positive comments that indicate what you appreciate about the poem. Negative comments will result your account being banned.
Please
Login
to post a comment
Turn off ads, get more exposure for your poetry, and get more features with a
Premium Membership.
