My Garden My SoulA Poem by CarnationA grievance poem
I go out on my morning walk,
To find my tree bear no fruit. I go out on my morning walk, They've torn up all the roots. I go out on my morning walk, My garden now a dump. I go out on my morning walk, My tree is now a stump. I go out on my morning walk, This time to a graveyard. I go out on my morning walk, My soul forever scarred. That tree that never bore no fruit, That tree that has all torn up roots, That tree that lives in my garden dump, That tree that is now a stump, That tree that once was my soul, Is now a lump of burning coal. I lye here in the graveyard, Grieving over what I've lost. My soul has left my body, still scarred, My heart now covered in frost. © 2013 CarnationReviews
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