Fallen Petal

In your garden of evil
I'm nothing more than
a weeping willow

My exotic beauty overshadowed
by your wild flowers on early bloom
The ones you so proudly want to groom

Your garden where orchards stand tall
and rosebuds bloom
Tulips kiss
Pussy willows go wild
Dandelions race
African violets have grace
Daisies smile

And then there's me (in your garden)...
Sleep deprivation
and the pangs of empty promises
guts me all the while
Haunting my soul

And yet, I am an exotic bloom
that draws attention
and the sun shines on me
Just as the rain washes my tears
You bring me nightmares; no more fears
No more dreaming of how we could be

I will continue to work on being free
From your garden of evil