ElvenAngel
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This poem is my first officially published work as it was published, along with another, Beautiful Mess, in the college magazine during my sophomore year. I think you can tell I was having a depression phase when I wrote this.
My Sealed Garden
My head is a tornado spinning.
My voice erupts as thunder.
My abyss, full of my echoes, eerie cries of wind.
My mind, a sealed garden; the key is thrown away.
Buried even, perhaps, given to the worms.
The flowerbeds are crawling with poison flowers.
I let the belladonna sprouts grow among the lilies.
I allowed the poison ivy to strangle the jasmine.
And the bitter absinthe flowers are growing all over the rosary.
I wander through the garden
A quiet cat, black as death
Pawing its way through the willows and cypresses
My whole world is like this;
A sealed garden where sweet things find death.
Its filled with poison flowers,
The green faerie and the opium dragon
Would dance joyfully in me
And one black cat
Pawing around.
My Sealed Garden
My head is a tornado spinning.
My voice erupts as thunder.
My abyss, full of my echoes, eerie cries of wind.
My mind, a sealed garden; the key is thrown away.
Buried even, perhaps, given to the worms.
The flowerbeds are crawling with poison flowers.
I let the belladonna sprouts grow among the lilies.
I allowed the poison ivy to strangle the jasmine.
And the bitter absinthe flowers are growing all over the rosary.
I wander through the garden
A quiet cat, black as death
Pawing its way through the willows and cypresses
My whole world is like this;
A sealed garden where sweet things find death.
Its filled with poison flowers,
The green faerie and the opium dragon
Would dance joyfully in me
And one black cat
Pawing around.
So pretty! Lovely description and I really like it.