There's a ghost town in the garden where the fairies used to play.
I feel it through my fingertips; cruel coldness come to stay.
The flowers died ten years ago below ancient heart of stone.
Black crows deserted me for a place my soul has never known.
The voices whisper softly, they deceive me with the rustling wind.
How have you lived so long, standing so tall, yet have never sinned?
Precious pear tree towers above, but never answers the song,
Shelters me in silent shadow, lost memories run along.
Pull my lifeless arms, drag me back into the forgotten glow,
The receding sunlight that touched my grave so very long ago.
My name engraved, it couldn't fade in the bitter blood's attacks,
The pain that dripped between the pixie's hands, useless, weakened cracks.
Nature never learned to like the mother it owed its life to.
Sunburnt stain of hope never lived to see its dear dream come true.
Was there poison in the cup of care you gave to me to drink?
Was hatred in your last embrace, pouring tears into my ink?
Smeared across yellowed pages of my last will and testament,
Sealed my corpse in cool cement, sealed pretty, painful sentiment,
Buried in tangled roots of harvest, the scars you'll never see,
Hidden forever from the guardian watching over me.
Purge my spirit with whatever magic small ones left behind.
Cleanse my heart with the kindness making up your sadistic mind.
Why did we envy the power to follow the great command?
Why did our goals chase out the dwellers of this wasted dreamland?
Take my hand in yours, bend your knee and make your worst, wisest wish.
Kiss it under the sole of your foot, hear the sickening squish.
Greedy gravedigger, your fingers taste like tender strokes of gold.
I forgive you at the priceless cost of my love that was sold.
Leave my broken bones to rot in the loneliness of your smile.
I appreciate that you stayed with me for a little while.
Leave this ghost town in the garden where the fairies used to play.
Helplessness watches dust crumble down, I let it wash away.
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Scratches On My Gravestone
PoetryA collection of poems written by little ol' me, created to be discovered, but not remembered.
