Unknown answers turn troubled tables,
The garden gate has closed.
Silence grows ever orange maples,
The soil has decomposed.
Flowers are executed with razor sharp loppers,
Weeds cover the walkway.
Locked outside by solid door stoppers,
Leaves wield the doorway.
Nails punish the dirt brown fences,
The concrete mess erodes.
The tree branch expands defences,
The concrete mess explodes.
The fountain causes a flood.
Gnomes buried in mud.
Frogs made from wood.
Pond full of blood.
She knew she should,
She knew she should.
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Broken Souls
PoetryA collection of dark poems I have wrote in regards to various mental disorders, as well as heavy life problems including substance abuse, violence and poverty.
