GARDEN

Cultivate the soil my dear
Feel it in your hands
Bury all your secrets there
Water them with sand

Hide away your feelings love
Harbor no regrets
Dirt and dust and steel and rust
Will help you to forget

Try to harvest peace of mind
Your only crop is fear
You hide within your garden walls
But keep your demons near

The beasts of conscience trying hard
To dig up all the bones
Of all your well-fed skeletons
Beneath your garden home

You wash the soil from your hands
And send it down the drain
It seems the efforts of your toil
Have clearly been in vain

The beasts have finally found a way
To trample all your flowers
Now desperately you hope and pray
To hasten to the hour

To meet the piper face to face
Atop your garden wall
Lead you from this wretched place
And save your tortured soul

Except, your savior does not play
He’s come here to collect
It seems there’s blood mixed in the mud
It’s murder by neglect

A twist of fate is marked for wrath
Confirms your fall from grace
For you are now the seed for soil
Sent to the earth’s embrace

From an IG Photo Prompt from: @inksomnia.poetry and @pccarmen_poetry_reads

From my new book:
POKING HOLES IN THE DARKNESS

TM DiSarro