My back garden has been demolished
Dessecrated layer by layer
Having dug like a demon for weeks
So strange, intentionally removing
All that once made it mine.
It hurts digging it all up
Witnessing it's demolition
After lovingly tending to it for so long.
Tonight,
Near dusk
It looks like a bomb's gone off.
The uncanny parallel to my failed marriage
Does not go unnoticed.
Tuesday, January 15, 2008
Today's Poetic Offering
Posted by Krystin Clark at 5:53 PM
Labels: Poetry by Krystin Goodsell
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