Pile of Dirt

A pile of dirt accumulating

A mountain huge sky-high

Sorrows, anger unabating

They can be found inside

Shadows of unhappy lives

Shattered souls unheard

Guns and old archives

Poisons, potions stirred

Flakes of skin, and nails

Shedded through the years

Wailing, screaming, gales

And all you darkest fears

The feisty ghouls they dance

They do this every night

The remnants of my heart they lance

With their rusty knives

I tried to clear it away

This rotten pile, the smell

Another sacrifice is made

These tenants give me hell

I couldn’t leave, or get away

So I tried to burn it down

My tears were the only way

A garden - it was turned around

They drowned the anger, desperation

They burned the flakes of skin

Screaming, wailing loose without cessation

I flooded the damn thing

The gales were ravaging the pile

The ghouls, the shadows disappeared

It has been quiet for a while

The dirt - no longer here

And now I’m growing flowers

And bees are coming by

Sweet smell and summer showers

Rich soil gave birth to life

Birds songs filling the air

Eternal spring is mine

Vibrant colours everywhere 

Celebrating the sunshine

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