You came on in
No invitation was sent
Enter the gate
To find nothing there
Barren and empty
No fertile ground to sow
Take possession of the garden
Tried to make it your own
No light shines down
Cold, dank – constantly in shadow
Try to penetrate the arid ground
Laying bitter rain
But nothing will stay
It all just washes away
Borders sandy
Leaves turn brown
Flowers wilting
Petals rotting off the stem
But still you continue
Till the soil – to no avail
Bindweed roots
A thousand miles to go
Sucking all your hard work dry
Leaving you spent and empty
Unfulfilled
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