Lyrael Myrna

Rookie (14 June 1989 Please Comment :) / Ballarat, Australia :))

In The Garden - Poem by Lyrael Myrna

She sleeps in the Garden
With a Pistol in her hand
There to protect her
From this strange land

She sleeps also invisible
With one eye open
Watching out for danger
Not a word is spoken
To her…

She dreams of her inadequacy
Surrounded by the rich
She is one poor man’s daughter
Also known as “Bitch”

These rich ones with their
One Hundred Dollar Bills
Tell this girl that
Starvation Kills

They Jump back at her slow movements
Grabbing any sort of protection
She wails in pain with slight disdain
The rich are just another infection

Her pensive stare lets you know
All her problems and Fears
She is given a pistol
To defer away the tears

Sure.

It’s all she needs to survive
Never mind she’s starving and cold
Give her a gun
Not anything else that could really be sold

All she wants.

Now she sleeps in the Garden
With a Pistol in her hand
There to protect her
From this strange land

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Comments about In The Garden by Lyrael Myrna

  • Rookie Kristina Gonzalez (12/20/2005 10:40:00 PM)

    This is very beautiful, great job. (Report) Reply

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Poem Submitted: Tuesday, December 20, 2005



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