Tag: writers

garden statue

your tears roll, my soul hides
all that I’ve tried to love
slowly dies
what would you have me say?
i’m not well..
lingering within this hardened
heart far too long –
i’ve wasted what hope could
have come along to help…
and now i’m alone- beside myself
a garden statue of a loving song
cold to touch and hard to hold-
standing among the flowers
growing old
alas, there’s no breath left
and no place to roam
i’m nothing now but concrete death
waiting to go home
oh how I wish there was something
left that I could sing about