Garden of Death

a poem

Tumbleweeds inside my soul
mount up into gardens of rotted brush

They need to be tended to before they
drown out all that is left of who I
know I need to be

Drowning amidst dirt and gravel
I try to breathe
as memories flood my neverending desire
to resolve issues that have led to madness

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Survivor. Poet. Writer. I like to take an eclectic mess of words and string them together on a page.My book-https://tinyurl.com/yc3csfv8, Misfit-believer.com.

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Charlotte Kingsbury- Fink

Charlotte Kingsbury- Fink

Survivor. Poet. Writer. I like to take an eclectic mess of words and string them together on a page.My book-https://tinyurl.com/yc3csfv8, Misfit-believer.com.