Tangled Garden
My poets heart has stilled in beat
Left in the coffer of tomorrow
Where is the beauty of spring
It’s cold outside and gray as I feel
Words lash out fueled by old wounds
Bottled up poison waiting to implode
You do not know the sunrises I’ve faced
Dying to penetrate your walls
Wanting to be a better friend
Not knowing how
I’m like a flower begging for your water
Searching for a key to open the gates barred shut
I can’t do this alone
Often times I am cold and harsh
But inside I am just like you
Wanting and wanting for the circle to be built of strength
Instead of tumbling cards bowing to lifes cruel hand
My roots are tangled in your garden
Buried under the weeping willow tree
Waiting to intertwine with sleeping scarlett’s tara