Black Lilies

You have planted black lilies in my heart
the soft mud has now grown hard
Your angst fuels their longevity
Their beds are long lines
of regret and dispair
 
Watered only by salty tears
glistening against their shells
Capturing figments of the rage
buried deep in your veins
 
Sunshine can not filter through
the shrouds of your anger
I can only toil in this pain
that you have set aside
for my garden of broken flowers and dreams