"The Garden" 6 - 15 - 03
welcome to my garden of sorrow
secluded in illusionary mist
the defense that holds back tomorrow
it refuses to let in the bliss
my garden grows only flowers of regret
and vines of the strangling memory strand
they all exist to remind you of it,
of yesterday; the day you didn't lift a hand...
Author's Notes/Comments:
i don't really feel this anymore, regret that is. i only remember the lessons learned and i apply then the next time around - "don't regret for it is the root of depression. there's always a tonite, always a tomorrow, always another day: always. and if there isn't a tonite, a tomorrow, or another day then you won't be able to regret it, will you?" -Me