Garden of my brain

Just another poem with metaphors to mental illness and the usual stuff I write about.

Weeds in my garden 

In need of pulling 

Wrapping around every good plant

Slowly killing them

The weedkiller does not kill these weeds

Or make the other plants stronger 

They just dull the pain

The good plants abstain

In the garden of my brain

You wont give second chances

To let the good plants grow

My garden is rotting

Enjoy the show

Reviews

[BrynnaW.]

You wonderfully captured the mental illness and its sly, crafty way of just sinking deeper and spreading further. I have a cousin/sister who greatly struggles with mental illness and I saw everything and felt the impact of everything she did. Your poem helped me see a bit deeper into her mind which... can also be quite scary. Great job and a very creative perspective.

[Poetic Beauty]

Sounds like some kind of mental illness trying to take over and the medication only dull the senses.

Love be the creativity put into this piece with the weeds and weed killer.

[Thisismythearpy]

You nailed it! That was the exact message. Thank you!

[Poetic Beauty]

Welcome. I use to be a CNA so I'm pretty good at picking up on medical stuff. I truly love the unique way you wrote about this.