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In My Garden of Sour Grapes

Updated on January 28, 2012


In my garden of sour grapes, there is a girl with broken cries

Shattered dreams like splinters of glass, mixed with the blood of lies

She speaks to me, walks next to me, only on four

Searching, like my shadow unable, but sore

She was destined to be mine, a broken reflection

In the garden of self reflection and mutilation

She screams in my head words I can’t comprehend

About a heart broken by the night, unable to mend

She walks, behind me, never in front

Her cries are those of a knife old and blunt

Only she is timid, broken by the burden of despair

Occasionally I would see her gasping for air

Her view only triggers a sigh

I see her with the corner of my eye

She is all on four, lagging

In times she would look at me hoping

I would love to know more about her burden

Yet with her no word will ever be spoken

So I wonder, deep inside what tomorrow holds for her

Is there a grain of hope, or more of despair?

Is she my self-repressed past, or my bleak future?

Is she the heavenly weapon bestowed of torture?

Will I ever reach out for that chain around her neck?

Or will the scavengers, on her open wounds peck?

In my garden of sour grapes she walks

As a partial shadow of my memory she stalks

I demand to be left alone, yet she persists

I try to break free, yet she resists

Tonight, the barriers between our worlds will be broken

And finally, the forbidden words will be spoken

“Tell me now oh broken spirit why do you haunt me?”

Are you here to break me, if not why won’t you let me break free?

Tonight the light shines within your dark eyes

Only to promise a world of sighs and demise

So tonight for once I surrender to the girl in my garden

Tonight, I leave my heart unshielded for it to be broken

I believe the dark magic descends tonight

For us to end this fight or fright

Only tonight my heart will be suspended

And it will be left scarred though unintended

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      Rosemary Sadler 5 years ago from Hawkes Bay - NewZealand

      This is very deep, reflections of oneself. memories and the part of one that wants to escape the past.

      An excellent poem. I love the title.

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      Uriel 5 years ago from Lebanon

      Rosemay thank you for your comment, indeed the poem was intended for this purpose :) glad you like it :D

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      htodd 5 years ago from United States

      This is really great poem ..Thanks for the nice hub

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      Uriel 5 years ago from Lebanon

      htodd :) thank you :) glad you liked it :)

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      jenubouka 5 years ago

      Hi Uriel!

      It has been so long, glad to see you are here.

      This poem is just sublime to put it subtly, what a powerful reflection of a girl's alter ego of a broken and bruised soul. The words are so powerful and leave an everlasting mark on my soul. This piece speaks so much truth for me, how you can write so incredibly still astounds me. This is my favorite, so far.

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      Uriel 5 years ago from Lebanon

      Jenubouka, indeed it has been a LONG time, i haven't checked on hubpages since ages :/ university was so demanding i barely had moments to breathe.

      Some moments were devastating during the semester :)but i think i survived :) glad you liked the reflections of my soul on paper :D

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      raciniwa 5 years ago from Naga City, Cebu

      words left me, i don't know whether to let the girl remain hidden, or bare herself again but always on the fear of being hurt once again...but life has it's mystery to be unfolded...who knows by opening up the heart will be mended and healed of it's brokenness...

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      Uriel 5 years ago from Lebanon

      well by the end of the day we learn to find peace, something the girl in my garden should learn :) or at least find :D and i hope we can find peace at some point :) [peace of mind and soul]

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      Sandra M. Urquhart 5 years ago from Florida

      Wow. That's very interesting and deep. Liked it.

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      Uriel 5 years ago from Lebanon

      Etherealenigma , thank you for your comment and stopping by :) i am really glad you liked it :)

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      ocfireflies 3 years ago from North Carolina

      This is a deep and profoundly soulful piece. Nicely done. I especially liked

      "In my garden of sour grapes, there is a girl with broken cries

      Shattered dreams like splinters of glass, mixed with the blood of lies"

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      Lorrie 2 years ago

      Sunprisirg to think of something like that

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