The Garden

Sometimes it all feels like a dream. A dream full of love, Full of life, And full of happiness. It is as though I am surrounded by flowers; Yet, every pedal stings like the nick of a blade. A sharp, jagged blade. Carving every inch of my body. Could this really be a dream? I lie here, trying to escape, but I keep drowning in the flowers. Even through all of this pain, I still feel the joy of love. With every tear I shed, I still feel happy. My world seems empty and cold, but I still feel the warmth of life. I wonder if this is the end. If my life Could really be taken by a simple blade. I begin to stray away from my happiness And realize that this is no dream. I thought I was draped with love, But little did I know that this garden was filled with malicious flowers. I once felt delighted in the presence of a flower. The cheer it brought made me burst with life. I thought I knew the meaning of love, But I never knew the pain of a blade. It helped me distinguish reality form a dream And determine what would truly make me happy. It seems so far away, the hope of happiness. The pedals turned black, darkening the hate within the flowers. I close my eyes, begging for it all to be a dream. Praying for a prolonged life. I lay in the garden of vengeance, awaiting the pierce of a blade. Longing for the compassion of love. Not even a moment later, I realize there is no love; Nothing that can make me believe in the existence of happiness. Again and again I feel the torment of the blades; The misery that began in this garden of flowers. I feel my grip loosening, about to let go of life. I am beginning to disappear like the memory of a dream. At that moment, the light shines through the flowers. My body fills with life, And I finally wake from that horrific dream.