My Garden Poem by Edimar Silva

I was left without my soul
Somewhere and never was found
Loneliness and sadness grow
In a garden near around

A garden with withered flowers
With black skies upon it
Days are passing like hours
I seem the same albeit

Completed with nothing I was
The same nothing will be
Erase my existence, alas
This garden means nothing to me

Then dress you black to stare
My casket being put beneath
The earth for too long I bear
Finally I will rest underneath

Underneath the garden, I am there
Underneath the people I'll miss
Far away from whom never cared
Far away from whom denied me bliss