The Neglected Garden

Once she flourished under their need. The more she gave, the more beautiful her life seemed. Now, what remains is a mother’s choked spirit - her love overgrown.

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Under Cover

Plainly hidden

Amidst the crowd,

Exhibiting only

What is necessary

To function,

To participate

Within

The charade.

Inner secrets

Heavily guarded

As personal treasure,

Locked away

From quizzical eyes

Longing to judge

And create

Unease.

Lost to a world

In need

Of originality,

The potential costs

Seemingly too dear.

The soul’s price

Remains, yet

Unconsidered.

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Laid to Rest

"Come back to bed," she whispered

Softly to the wind,

"My heart grows cool without you,

As the light between us dims.”

“Come soon, my love, remember

How I burned for your caress?

Before the flames expire

And our passion’s repossessed.”

“The time grows late,” she pleaded

Though resigned now to the chill,

She sunk beneath the covers

Where he found her cold and still.

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