There is a garden made of stone,
many are there but all alone.
a place for the lost who can't be found,
quiet and still no one can make a sound.
Not many can see,
lacking empathy.
For dismay,
leads the way.
time is not always a friend,
we all go there in the end.
frozen a statue,
could the next be you?
YOU ARE READING
my poems
PoesiaEach of my poems are their own entity, shaded in different hues and personalities. They are empathetic with many universal themes.
