Fruit by Garathe Den (HeartOfBabel.com)

Fruit by Garathe Den

All I see is fruit
Some of it is rotten
Hold my breath and fear the scent
It cannot be forgotten
Watching every step
Tantalize the garden
Pit against the roots
Of the hearts all laying hardened

Wish I had a green-thumb
Release a revelation
Entrenching of the mindset
In need of ventilation
You must break from the foundation
To end the desolation
All the elements are stirring
In a force of speculation

So much left to potential
The garden lying flattened
Left to strangle self, and I ask
How could this have happened
The beauty yet surmounted
This desert leaves me saddened
How I long to cultivate
But all of life has been abandoned

And the soil, it is barren
The which remains, infertile
Shall I strive against the earth
In hopes of something that's eternal
All the life the creeps below me
It is nothing but infernal
Chewing through the veins
As though phantoms of the external

Strike against the plains
Yet these wounds are never bleeding
Soaked the life that's split
And offers dust to choke the breathing
Blanketing the tombs
Of a past that's long retreating
All the toils of the earth
To be consumed in endless weeding

Feel the scorching of the sun
As the body tests its limits
Will of mind and soul collapsing
Isn't all that can inhibit
As the aching and fatigue
Greets a nature that's insistent
Caught at the edge of madness
Until the wind does lift my spirit

Storms off in the horizon
Show of lightning, clash of thunder
A breeze of chill is leading
To embrace me in a shudder
All my hopelessness in effort
Turned in haste into a wonder
Seeing rains approaching
Turning prey, now, into hunter

Flooding my subconsciousness
Of the seeds that I have planted
What the future holds in sight
Is but a story yet expanded
With deserts all around me
And the view of hope seemed stranded
Within this valley I've found Eden
Where the fruit of life is granted