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
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Ahh, a bad hair day?! heehee.
I wrote this poem for my grandma she died a week ago. So it's in honor of her
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