Gardens of Things Unspoken
Countless rose bushes I've grown
But none with this many thorns
None sowed through so much scorn
None before destined to be this alone
None that grew so out of control
Leaving me so helpless
I could swear it had a life all its own
I can’t help but marvel at its form
Such a vivid red,
Complimenting the darkest of green
So much beauty,
Hidden never to be seen
Eventually the petals will fall,
And it'll wither from existence
A miracle,
That made no difference
Wasted on a Garden of Darkness
Of a Gardener of things Unspoken.
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