The Dead Garden

Just about a place where I belong.... Difference between what I see and what others see...

"The Dead Garden"

The sun rises everyday.
The morning comes in.
The cool breeze greets the morning,
And the birds starts singing

But the sun in my garden is long gone.
The morning never shows up.
But the cold air in my garden sends shivers down my spine.
And the birds don't exsit anymore

The flowers will never bloom.
There is no light.
No one to help.
Yet walking alone in the darkness...

Author's Note

Hope u enjoyed and probably...could relate...

Reviews

[Najam Us Saher]

Darkness has it's own beauty my friend. I liked this poem a lot.