The pain was excruciating
It rapidly developed into a sort of chaos,
cluttered wit intensifying jolts of emotion
Fairly like a garden
once filled with such
verve.

Once so beautiful
yet rotting away to the shams
of deathly existence.

My pain felt like a rose
plucked from its roots too soon-
so alluring

Able to captivate my eyes
away from the pandemonium
I once called home.

None the less, ebbing away
to nothing but a sterile floret.

I'm in need of a
Gardener
to bring about
My Vitality
once more.