Dead Garden

A Poem by Lone Shadow

The iron gates stand before me,
Guarding the bodies within.
I enter in this garden of my love.
The rows are dull and quiet.
No color, no life.
My dreams no longer bloom.
My hopes no longer grow.
Flowers of my life are dead and gone.
I take the lily of my heart into my hand.
My fingertips brush the wilted petal,
It turns to dust.
It's body crumbles in my grasp,
Carried away with the wind.
I look around me.
Dust and death surround me.
Empty and dead,
There and gone.
I walk among the rows.
The smell of a decayed life filling the air.
A garden of forgotten ideas and plans.
All dead, all gone.
My dead garden.