Please read. This poem is one of my happier note ones. Written with all my heart put into it.
I sit in my little garden
My colorful garden of dreams
My painting of peace and harmony
The sky is filled with the pastels of purple and pinks
The autumn colors of red and orange
The finally never-ending blue.
My heart is filled with joy
My eyes are filled with wonder
I have created this world of happiness and glory
With the help of God.
Suddenly, I am over taken
Over taken by a fire
I see a chariot streak across the sky
A black cloaked figure
He reaps across the sky things my pretty little garden has never felt
My world has never endured
He brings forth pain, anger, and hatred.
My flowers die
My dreams falter
The colors begin to melt away into white
My little world
Is something it has never been
The tear in the sky from the reaper's scythe breaks my heart
Rains flood through the breach
The black blurs my vision
Along with my tears
As my beautiful garden
My beautiful world
Becomes a drab shade of gray
I cry out
The little world I had created
Has lost its color
I smell the pungent smell of blood
It is mine
I feel my blood and color drain from my body.
All of my heart, my soul, my mind
Was placed into this world
And now, it all was for nothing
I close my eyes and wait for the reaper to come
Come on his green horsed drawn chariot
His scythe can tear through me
Though there isn't much to tear through.
Your time is not over yet
You must continue
A voice so soft but so clear calls through to me
Breaking through the mist that has shrouded my brain
I can't go on like this
I cry out passionately
Why can't you understand?!
I am your best friend.
The friend who waits for you at your darkest times
But you never see me
I will give you a gift so you can go on
The voice reassures calmly
I force my eyes open.
I am back in my world
The beauty the peace
It's all here
How can I thank you?
I must give you something in return
I call out to no one in particular
Your love and happiness is enough as well as your gratitude.
What is your name?
You may call me friend, little one.
With the breath of life
The whisper of wind I can tell it's gone.
"Friend" has gone with the wind.
Thank you, "Friend"
I am back
Back in the garden
Where angels roam and where dreams and wishes come true.
Another interesting poem with a whole lot of inspiration. Please review.