Secret Garden

Walking desperately,

Looking  at my bare feet and hands,

Covered in fine particles of sand,

It glimmers in moonlight,

Walking alone in the middle of night, 

It reminds me of a time,

With a certain kind,

The bloody footsteps I left behind,

A secret garden that I grew,

For me,it came to be true,

Filled with needles,thorny bushes and wilted flowers,

Loneliness and pain as it showers,

Along as I walk,I felt certain powers,

The bloody grass to me looked colourful,

A dead heart, feeling hopeful,

Feet filled with bruises and cuts,

Oh,it looked wonderful,

My heart which is walled,

Never,the joyful rain fall,

But,once i felt warmth of something

I ran to see it ,was mesmerising,

A flower of hope grown in my garden,

Enough,to relief the heavy burden,

On my face, spreading its golden glow,

A magic of healing,began to flow,

As i put it in my walled heart,

It felt to die with every body part,

My eyes opened, experiencing a strange part,

Walking in night still with those feet,

But I could not find the bloody footsteps, 

Maybe,I survived from drowning in depths.

-Shamaim