Garden of Fate

As blackened petals of dark roses bloom
so does my heart
beating to an uncertain doom.

Their pungent despair wafting around
sprouting from blood dripped puddles
absorbed in the ground.

Here in this garden of fate
grows suffering, forlorn sadness
punishing guilt and rows of self hate.

Selfish destruction emerges
from the rains of torment and change
as the swarm of locusts move in surges.

Biting, tearing at the stem
digested and excreted
becoming part of them.

My soul, though still rooted in the dirt
will wait to find purchase
between life and death I flirt.

Confusion abounds among the weeds
over grown and lawless
for all their help no need.

My bulb firmly planted
sown into the soil
the cycle renews much less enchanted.

No matter the light
that seeps through to my soul
there'll always be darkness
in my small shallow hole.

Reviews

[Katub]

perfect

[Katannaism]

Excellent use of metaphors; exceptional writing and such a dark energy that is surging through your poems. Very good indeed, keep it up!€

[A.E. Surdam]

Just wonderful. I love it. Especially the way you word the poem.

[CharlesMonroe]

This is amazingly beautiful (: major props, I love how dark it is, and the eerie aptmosphere it creates, great job (:

[Kathryn]

dark and terrifying, yet one of my favourites of your work. well written :)

[State of Grace]

Awesome, absolutely amazing! :)

[hopelove]

i love it

[raindroplove]

wow .....