When fear nurtures scorn, evasion belies
the truth of the muse’s heartfelt cries
erecting fragile walls in turn
what sweet bridges were now slowly burn.
In sluggish form my steps retreat
shame hangs the head and drags the feet
silence devours, feeds the soul’s endless screams
demons torment the sacred place of rest and dreams.
A chord of pain escapes and drifts through the night
a desperate prayer uttered with no strength left to fight
seeds planted with no warmth to grow
dies in the ground with no life to show.
Behold the garden of weeds and lies
no more see the blooms reach for blue skies
Twas here we made our promise and spoke our vows of love
our orchard now neglected, echoes cries of mournful doves.
The heavens turn gray and she opens up wide
forlorn, I stood there in the rain and cried
prayed in vain for the water to wash away
the painful scourge of love betrayed.