darknesses garden

Mother darkness
and her nothingness
feeds no poem.
she lets go of all love.
she drops you over and over
whether you grasp or cling or release

She shatters
or rots
every precious thing.

And even if you offer yourself, chest open, arms flung wide
facing it all.
Surrendering. accepting.
she simply takes from others as well.

she does not care if we jump or fall
fight or let go

meaninglessness, violence, weapons of war, revenge,
her tools

And while we are alive and in love
we think pain is hers as well
but really
it is just one
of the pretty flowers of her garden
that we do not understand.