alone in a garden
I walk as a stranger in the garden of my home
shadows of a past telling me I am justly alone
red roses turn their pedal cheeks from me
ashamed to look upon the wicked man they see
lonely are these moments drawn from a past
foretold perhaps when fatally the die was cast
alone in the garden of my home, now a ghost
wishing for what I wish and want the most.
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