A garden of cement
Defaced, cold and rough
Where grazed bodies burn
In the park menaced by lust

Inclement and ruthless
Crumbling leaves swept aside
Awaiting your summer
No time left for goodbyes

Distracted by the roads
But do not want to take the path
A storm brought forward crashes
Silence reveals underneath the mask


About Amethyst Wilton

IT student from the Blue Mountains. I write poetry, lyrics, draw and paint.
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