It's No Eden

Dulani Hannadige

I watered my fears till they grew into demons, Lurking in the periphery of my conscience.

I fed my trauma till it festered into vultures, Circling overhead waiting for weakness.

I let my thoughts wander until they outpaced me, Restless and beyond my control.

I cultivated the garden of my mind into a twisted maze

Of sharp thorns and thick briars,

That scratch me, cut me, scar me

Over and over and over until I bleed out.