I can't help you now, I'm lost
within walls of deep green
blanketed on moss, soft as feathers
where I lay upon this floor.
I wandered here to escape
another day, alone, without you.
Please, don't call my name.
Each tender dropp of dew falling on me
washes unshed tears from my cheeks
caving in from the force
of trying to smile.
Please, just leave me here.
The darkness descends upon
this garden, leaving shadows as a blanket
to wrap around my weary heart
which fails to signal a beat
as a beacon.
Please, just walk away.

28/9/08

* For my beloved brother.

Viola Grey

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