The trust
That when you hurl yourself from habit's precipice
The shattered bits, reconstituted
Will form a better semblance of you
Than what was before
Showing posts with label poetry. Show all posts
Showing posts with label poetry. Show all posts
Monday, January 21, 2013
Thursday, February 3, 2011
The Garden
There, nestled in the deep, a garden lies.
It is a place of beauty
Walled all round;
The garden is pristine and still.
One day you walked close by the hedge;
They opened wide the gates for you
On hinges unforeseen.
You entered in;
But through some madness
Heeded not the garden...
Trampled, desecrated; left.
The gates are closed again;
And I, retired within to mend, and wait.
It is a place of beauty
Walled all round;
The garden is pristine and still.
One day you walked close by the hedge;
They opened wide the gates for you
On hinges unforeseen.
You entered in;
But through some madness
Heeded not the garden...
Trampled, desecrated; left.
The gates are closed again;
And I, retired within to mend, and wait.
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