My Poetry

The garden grew from my tears

in which I fed it with my heart and soul.

I placed my feelings within each petal

I watched it wilt and die in my hope.

I tried to protect it

and plant more flowers within,

but in all despair I watched it die.

I bled under the moonlit sky

it's gentle breeze my only safety,

but still this passion like a raging fire

close to being snuff out by the desperate waters.

I tore every page from my mind,

every word that could be remembered,

to share my deepest wonders.

Nobody ever cared for my plentiful garden.

They look up towards the rainy sky

and step on my flowers as they pass me by.

Please do not just read my poetry,

feel it within you soul.

It is my voice without my sound

in which you listen close.

Seek my deepest wonders,

discover who I am,

give my more than a passing glance,

read my ever move,

judge my every statement,

join me on this journey,

give me the tiniest piece of care.

I beg thee!