The Garden
 by Nicole M. Brand

Wiry Soul
     Empty
     Hard....Life taking its toll.
Mind exploring
     Eyes finding new 
     Horizons, beautiful sunsets
     Flowers Blooming.
Locked Gate stands
     between the Garden and the 
     mind.
Slave to ideals,
No more can I bow to
    False Gods who offer
    No salvation...
    Who gave me drought
    and let my flowers die.
    Who brings me sunless days
    Endless night;
Prisoner in chains,
Freedom beyond the gate.
 
  
 
 Posted March 4, 2000