And The Keeper Poem by Augustus Billy Mutebesi

And The Keeper



In the middle of my garden,
Grows my wilting heart.
Stormed by hail;
Shook by wind;
Cracked to debrils by the sun.

If it dies as it shall-
It will be for lack of you.

Silence echos in my field,
Gloom rerenders soil unsuit,
You were the nutrients of my land,
And the keeper too.

Monday, July 25, 2016
Topic(s) of this poem: death,life,love,reflection
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