The Garden of My Soul
Within my soul there is a garden
behold the beauteous rose
no one sees or even cares
the pain each day grows-
As thorns that cut and bleed
her wanton hope
her forlorn creed-
No sun that ever shines
no rain as timeless sea
only tears
in this garden
wild and free-
Withered hopes
shattered soul
her lifes breath
can no longer
be whole-
Copyright © Angel Padua | Year Posted 2010
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