7-24-17 a messy poem about gardens I used to tend to

 I've traveled this far to walk on rose petals and bricks

Soft and breakable 

I'm uneasy when i'm trying to plant my garden

Weeds choke and gobble up my handy work

Blisters form and I begin to think that my garden may never be perfect 

That everything grows lop sided

I've pulled enough out of the ground to see the dirt underneath 

The bugs that live in harmony and love the earth 

My wheel barrel is full and I have nowhere to dump this disease 

Everything is too heavy so I let my garden spoil 

Until my lilies cry out for air 

Why can't I save this place?

My hands no longer leak so my garden stays dry

I watch from my window and see it slowly fade

The colors from green to brown 

I've forgotten how to use a shovel 

To get rid of this disease that's spread through my garden

Teach me how to hold it again

I've lost my grip and now the rains have stopped 

•a messy poem about gardens I used to tend to•

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