Those Forgotten

 Welcome to our garden; dilapidated and harsh

Are the flowers that grow here.  We are thirsty and parched.

Our existence resisted, twisted weeds reap beneath

mercilessly at our roots underground - we can't breathe.

There was a time when we flourished.

A time we grew tall.

Welcome to our garden - it's not a garden at all.

 

Welcome to the garden where it rains all the time.

It hails, and it storms, and the sun doesn't shine.

Once admired, desired; tired now are the faces

of the innocent buds - those that no one embraces

Left alone here malnourished.

Not a soul hears us shout.

Welcome to our garden - you will never get out.

Reviews

[Bud]

What a bitter sweet truth this is! Astounding and Profound...this is an Excellent work of art!

[Iz]

WOW. I know exactly what you mean. You've expressed so eloquently what many of us have felt, just never had the courage or knew how to put it into words.