The flowers I used to like were all uprooted by the weeds you've planted in my garden
No roses are left, the daisies died, and the lilacs withered as they all lacked water.
For you, have starved my garden of its food : thoughts.
I'm now bereft, deprived of any creation, or way to think and flee what I fear most.
Shall I thank you ? The weeds are growing fast, and making me weak and diminished
Yet aware of the place where I used to hide and find sollice in the flowers that are only short-lived.
You ruined a garden and a mind, and maybe only now can I start anew,
And plant again new roots that won't drown break or shake, in thunder lightning or rain.
