Ancient Garden

by Rachel M. Patterson

The ancient garden looks dead tonight,

Darkness feeds it with her poison,

It hums with ossified future light,

A light the now appears frozen.


The promise of a flame in the morning,

Hypnotizes the wandering mind,

A ghosted tree heeds it’s warning,

The gruesome remains scar the blind.


The wiry leaves once so green,

Frame ragged hearts unseen.


My eyes are weary with regret,

That Eden fell twice or more yet.

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