Poetry Contest Entry

Dark Garden

~By Lostpoet

Sorrow is the flower.
Rejection, the reign.
Upon a bed of blood-stained thorns,
tis where my heart remains.
Consumed are dark emotions.
(all I've left to share)
Into the blackened, blood-stained earth.
Where grow's my souls depair.
The seeds of bitter memories.
They grow from tainted thought.
My bleeding heart is overcome.
My soul.. forever..taut.
Pull up the weeping flower.
Rip out the sharpened thorns.
Release me, from the "self-made" hell...
Reign over, nevermore.

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