Eden Me Alive Poem by Nathan J. Bogart

This Garden is no home
It's roots choke and smother its own fruit
Forcing them to beget worthlessness
I can't survive off of this nourishment
How can others dance in bliss
When I am forced to rot away with its leaves
Its color
Its sky


Oh, but it is not the fruit that is bitter!
These leaves are of the greenest tint!
Its fruits of the sweetest taste!
Its soil as rich and full as its skies!


But me
Oh me
Is it only this tongue that tastes such bitterness?
My eyes that view its discoloring?
Is this nourishment simply within me?
Are my legs simply too tired to dance?
Is this choking within my veins not its vines?
This Garden is my home