sylviasearcher

Unrest and The END

Unrest hides beneath the surface

Of my newly revitalised garden

Beneath the fresh paint and new life

The wood is rotten

The soil is toxic

Nothing will grow

Nothing will last

There’s a graveyard waiting

Full of the ghosts of the past

For now

I will lounge in the sun

And pretend

And take comfort in knowing

In the end

Is

The END