Doom & Bloom
Dec. 17, 2024 • By Jason Elhilow
DescriptionA poem of Eden.
MessageThis metaphor, you say, is extended?
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Grief is a gloomy garden,Stricken by dark clouds,And weeping flowers,And untamed paths,Much like the tears from my eyes as yours dimmed.
Shriveled, messy;A mind shadowed with sadness.A garden robbed of green.Standing, shaking;One wicked wind could blow what’s left away.
What was once watered, has dried.A warmth once cherished, could die.But it won’t. It can’t.Because just as gloom can pass,This feeling will, too.
At least I hope.I hope the garden will come back to life.I know the gardener would wish that so.I know this love is perennial.The garden will once again be surrounded by blue.
And when the day comes,As the storm rolls in on another’s mind.I pray that they will feel the same I do,Their garden returning to evergreen,Knowing that sorrow, like seasons, must pass.
Shriveled, messy;A mind shadowed with sadness.A garden robbed of green.Standing, shaking;One wicked wind could blow what’s left away.
What was once watered, has dried.A warmth once cherished, could die.But it won’t. It can’t.Because just as gloom can pass,This feeling will, too.
At least I hope.I hope the garden will come back to life.I know the gardener would wish that so.I know this love is perennial.The garden will once again be surrounded by blue.
And when the day comes,As the storm rolls in on another’s mind.I pray that they will feel the same I do,Their garden returning to evergreen,Knowing that sorrow, like seasons, must pass.
