Mud garden ☆☆

Like those gardens that people have

But its not like a garden

More like a haven

With big lush trees bringing shade

And a cool, and a glimt of sun

And some colorful clothes on the chlothing line

Like a drop of blood

Or a little piece of hope

That there are such things in this world

The way the sun lies on the mountain valleys, blue frosted tops on the other side

And theres another morning and i forgot my garden

The lushness dried out

And I cling to the pillow in this coat of mud

This coat of sticky red blood turning cold

I spill and turn and cry and quit

And I dont move 

or feel 

or write a second of it