The GardenA Poem by MaddoxThe garden Overgrown. Thistles choked the Flowers that once bloomed. Their spikes Stabbing at those that Try to help. Shadows that fall over the trees Wilting their leaves Dropping them down. They land In heaps of death Showing their empty Strength. Grass that grows high Over all. Winding Twisting towards the Sky. Weeping willows Their death heavy Branches hang gravely With defeat. Stones that malignantly Wait for those Unwilling to see them, To come and Stab heavily into Their bare skin. Weeds that wind Around the delicate Red roses Strangling the deep Ruby color from the lips. The thorn weaken Darken And fall No longer the protector. The garden Long overgrown Waits for somebody to care And make it beautiful Once again. © 2012 MaddoxReviews
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3 Reviews Added on January 28, 2012 Last Updated on January 28, 2012 AuthorMaddoxColumbus, OHAboutWriting is one of the most important things in my life. It's a release. The way I think can't easily be explained to most people. I think in pictures, stories, and patterns. Writing stories is a way t.. more..Writing
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