No such beauty
           longer dwells
         under the guise
      of flesh and bones,
           in the garden
      of a sullied heart

           fallow heart
     barren and longing                                                  .
      ­  time built walls
      an unfillable void
           burdens tall,
      beggared of light
        befallen within

  a devolving moment
so many flowers wither
       left in a broken
         heart of gold
          
    a gardener knows
        sweetest soils
     of love and light,
     without sunshine
              sour
    as unripened fruit

     memories fading
          as if florae
    never blossomed
        perpetuating
     wholly starving,
    unweedable roots
            too deep,
  rupture when pulled

        a **** let be
            beauty

   unfertile seeds sown
       where nothing
        longer grows
    in an uninhabited
             silence

raging unseen within
  the fires of the ages
still smoldering inside,
   mingled with hope  
        left for dead

hidden in the shadows
an engulfing stone cold,
handwriting on the wall
of silence growing taller

I could kiss you in the middle of the most peaceful field,
surrounded by lovely sunflowers,
where the breeze is as light as a feather,
where the sky is full of swallows,
and the moment our lips would align,
the breeze would turn into the most destructive hurricane you've ever seen, destroying cities that seemed indestructible,
we'd be surrounded by bright red roses with spiky little thorns, whose perforation could be lethal,
a group of eagles would fly upon us leaving us panic-struck.

This is how strong my love is for you,
Total bewilderment in my head, a major roller coaster in my heart rate,
breathlessness in my lungs, but somehow plague in my heart.

As an impending doom gripped her at night,
Her demons rose up and announced a war,
She fought with such courage, such zeal,
But that wasn't enough to take them down all.

As the battle continued, she ought to still fight,
Blood was spilt on the battlefield till dawn,
That night her body covered with scars,
Not just scars, but bruises too,
So beautiful, yet so vile
These were the battle wounds of a determined young girl,
This was the proof that she was a fighter for life.

With a heart full of hope and such sparkle in her eyes,
The demons came and took it all away.
They left her with nothing, except anything self-destructive,
This was all so unproductive.
It was all in her head
Happiness was just an illusion,
She was lost in her own confusion,
She couldn't drown her demons,
Because they knew how to swim.

Finally one day she dropped her silver sword,
She swallowed her pride as emptiness surrounded her soul,
She dropped her big smile as her lungs gasped for air.
Ans she whispered to herself
                                 "I can't do this anymore"