Garden Of Woe

• Julia Cirjak, Grade 9
• Poetry
• 2021

It plants roots in my brain
The vines enveloping beneath my skull
I could feel it begin to graze against
The memories I had saved.
The weeds travel to my eyes
My vision engulfs with leaves
Permanently staining my sight
With no way for me to see.
They sneak up my throat
And wrap around my tongue
Like a parasite, it spreads
It imprints patterns on my words.
Slowly travelling to my heart
Piercing it with sharpened thorns
Forever expanding inside my chest
No thought of coming to an end