Dead Garden

[Sir_G]

Written last week when I wasn't feeling real peachy.

Life is not always as it seems
Where do you go when you feel crushed
No hope just broken dreams
It's so easy to imagine something that's not real
In this space it doesn't seem to matter how we feel

My garden is dying
I water it and tell of my love
But it doesn't seem to matter and secretly I'm crying
And life doesn't seem to matter much
The pain of the scarlet line and the edges sweet touch
Lets me know I am alive

So empty and alone the silence echoes
deafening me, yet I am mute
Frustrations scream dying before it is born in painful throws
I laugh at my pathetic situation what a joke
My garden is dying, everything that matters disappears in smoke.

Real life whatever that is, is no better
Conversations with no one, Luncheon dates alone
Hoping the telephone will ring and throw this dog a bone
Here I sit, the king of nothing on my gilded rotting throne
A shadow, a shade in an empty home.

[Rhabbi]

Very intesting. Must have a lot of time to think waiting for the right wave.

[Sir_G]

Thanks for the comment Rhabbi. Probably the lack of waves due to spinal surgery helped bring on this bout of melancholy. When I'm in the water thoughts like this are far from my mind and the joy of dancing on the waves fills my soul.

[thrall]

I feel for you
and know your pain

im sorry that you feel a loss beccause of your surgery........

just try and smile.......be happy......the pain you feel now lets you know that you are still alive.........to ride the wave of life........

thrall

[tessa]

I feel for you in your suffering. Hope you are all better soon.

Those feelings made for a hell of a poem, though.

tessa