Mind, a Garden (no. 2)

poetry

May 5

Written By BA

Mind, a Garden (no. 2)

By Alec Whitson

How quickly that garden trembles, how quickly you fall apart,

when rats, strangers, and shitheads claw at your garden

and gnaw upon the roots; you soon forget

all those things that made it beautiful.

Spiral down into your sunken heart

maybe gardening isn’t for you.

One day, perhaps, but

not today. Today,

only gloom.

Dammit.

Mind, a Garden (no. 1)