Violent Garden


I have locked myself inside the walled garden,
thrown away the key.

Throwing my heart down the well.
I can hear the rats and mice scurrying
where my heart is resting safely.

I can see the gray sky over me.
The rain falls on my cheeks to replace the 
tears I cannot shed. 
I sit very still listening to the
 rustling outside the wall.

I think one day they will find me here in my 
solitude. I do not know if I will mind;
 it is sometimes lonely here. I am calm and 
peaceful, if they come to my garden 
they will take away all that.


The garden will no longer be mine.
The poisons of their mind will leak out and 
kill my pretty flowers.

When the flowers are all gone the birds 
will no longer sing in my garden.
They will look 
for something to amuse them.

They will find my heart in the well.
They will pull it out with hooks or claws
they will dig down to it and pull it free.

Unable to resist the marvel
of my pretty red heart,
they will take it from me and leave.
I will sit here waiting in the ruins 
of my garden and dream.