A Broken Garden

 
 
In the presence of the sea
with thundering waves
Surrounding
I walk with trepidation
to the beating heart
Of  ancient ruins
  moving shadows  
 Guard the path
where a garden stands
 roses carry melancholy 
And I swear I hear them whisper;
‘o sister,  stop awhile
 walk not away, my brother 
   I cannot say words    
Or give weight to my tears;
 grief holds me in a tomb,
  I only know the world 
has yet to show me 
 any appreciation
for the way I bloom