Sheryl Chappell

Garden of Decay



Wasting away
among crumbled ruins
destroyed by evil
tinged with sadness
consuming the living
rotting and festering
trees wither and weep
the remains of small animals
protrude from the dry lifeless soil
there’s darkness overhead
no sunlight hits
neither do the reaping maggots
that feast on dead bird carcases
all is still and silent
there’s no hope.

Sheryl Chappell discovered her love of writing poetry just last year and is currently experimenting with styles. She has recently had some of her poems published in issue 37 of the online horror magazine ‘Death Head Grin’.

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