A walk among the living

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Poetry  |  House: Vintage Publishing


March 9, 2018

Submitted: March 12, 2018

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A walk that is so calming and very serene,

My grandmother’s garden resembles a nice dream.

The crispy winds; fill up my lungs inside,

Helping me forget the nights where I have cried.

 

I walk among what lives as I am on my own,

Unlike the flowers here; I wither all alone.

This walk around this garden just to feel alive,

My heart is just too broken I don’t think I can survive.

 

The Petunias that I kiss; the Yarrows that I hold,

Will this set me free? I have lost control.

I might be just the poison; the toxic posing threat,

Perhaps; what hasn’t killed this garden as of yet.

 

The thorn has pricked my finger; my blood begins to shed,

Soon this will become; a walk among the dead.


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