Eden.

A mind twisted in a thicket. A intrusive occupation of brambles and weeds. Amongst the briars the chaos of roots woven tightly in.

Intangled in the thorns the trashes cut me when blown in by the wind. Embraced by the saftey found in the haven of the shadows bend.

I sit alone in silence engulfed by neglect, with no one to my attend.
Overwhelmed by all that has strangled me out by moving themselves in.
More than a maze.. a nightmare  with no end.

How can people understand what its like in my head? I simply wish for peace to put this whole mess to bed.

I was once a garden filled with dreams and wonderful imaginations. How did I end up with such harsh manipulations?

I sigh, dry my eyes. I turn out the light and wait for a new day as the cosmos hits replay..

How can I even complain about the fact that there is no garden delights in my life? Why can’t I find the strength to do more than just survive?

Am I addicted to the isolation? Am I to tired to fight? Why can’t I pick up my sword for those I love and do away with all this blight?

It’s like I am addicted to that which owns me. No matter how much the criminals hurt me I stay. God help me. I don’t want to be that way!

So I sigh, dry my eyes. I turn out the light and wait for a new day.. As if the cosmos hit replay..