Poetic Diary

Grotesque Garden

Grotesque Garden

I keep screaming at the daylight

But relief never comes

I scream with all my might

Until agony fills my lungs

I can't scrape myself off this pavement

Just leave me on the floor

I want to melt into this cement

Because I can't take it anymore

You are the only rose

Inside this grotesque garden

As the stale wind blows

The truth tastes rotten

A.D. Small

February 1, 2024