Unrest and The END

sylviasearcher

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

  • Author: sylviasearcher (Offline Offline)
  • Published: June 1st, 2020 08:42
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Comments5

  • dusk arising

    And we all shall return to the soil.

    • sylviasearcher

      Live in the dirt, die in the dirt... sounds about right :-/

    • Neville

      I have no doubt that one day I shall nourish your garden..

      somethings should be taken for granted, so let's not pretend otherwise....

      Characteristically dark, but as almost always, very much enjoyed..

      I hope you are well

      Neville

      • sylviasearcher

        Perhaps in the end, all is well...

        Nourish my garden...?

        You mean you want to proof read my book?

        • Neville


          would you trust me?

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        • Fay Slimm.

          Yes - well said my friend - in the end is the end........as far as we earthlings know.......... hoping however the best will be yet to come.

          • sylviasearcher

            Ahh hope, I knew her once.

            It seems she did not like me much.

            And I was never sure about my earthliness.

            Thanks as always for reading and commenting

          • Goldfinch60

            That end will come to us all on this earth but will there be more ahead?

            Andy

            • sylviasearcher

              I believe only in the trees... but they will not tell me the answers

            • peto

              Hope you enjoy what is left sylvia
              It's torture when we can't pretend

              • sylviasearcher

                And it is torture when we can?

                Hope you are well, did you change your profile? It confused me. But is doesn't take much.

                I think the end is nigh...

                • peto

                  You could be right sylvia
                  Yea
                  I left
                  Trying once more

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