Overgrown garden
Circles encircle like hawks in search of prey
Routine becomes normal at the end of the day
Everything is simplified most is forgotten
The fruit you painted is now so rotten
Why did you reach out knowing it was foolish
Why did you say those words knowing they would fade
When the cogs turn twice one cog turns once
It’s mechanical without passion a deflated balloon
The children are all smiles visiting the holiday fair
Now heartbroken because it only comes once a year
So many broken people chasing so many broken promises
The broken glass of reality slashes so many dreams
I am guilty of so much and father to bastard choices
Empty soul of nightmares garden pathed with thistle
An orchard overgrown where the future fruit already putrefied
It looks good from the distance this view from the outside
Darren Hobson Poet 