I Have this Garden of Poems








full of flowers that bloom
at first
and then carried away with my greenthumb
i planted everything
trees and more trees and shrubs and bamboos
and vines and hanging plants

almost everything
and so the blooming flowers died
and the grasses diminishing like some
hair of this baldness

but nothing is lost in this garden of poems
the birds came and built their nests
some are still coming
every morning
and then the chirping begins





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Tired


Tired

Tears are blinding my vision
Pain ripping through my heart
Hollow and empty, lost and tired
Happiness no longer lives in me
God has allowed me nothing
Punished for sins I know not what
Loneliness is my fate, my fear
My destiny and my sorrow
Love knows not my name
Just a whisper of a promise
Tempest winds blow over me
Shredding my skin to bare bone
Defeat is all that now clothes me
Falling to my knees in frustration
Take the last of me allow me eternal sleep

TJ BECKER

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