Grotesque Garden
I keep screaming at the daylight
But relief never comes
I scream with all my might
Until agony fills my lungs
I can't scrape myself off this pavement
Just leave me on the floor
I want to melt into this cement
Because I can't take it anymore
You are the only rose
Inside this grotesque garden
As the stale wind blows
The truth tastes rotten
A.D. Small
February 1,2024
Another Melancholy poem from Amber. Her poems carry the reader away with her… good poetry
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
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