Burnt Alive

No lilies in my garden this year
no smile, no colour
no rain tinkling on the roof
no relief, no succour.
The world has burned to ashes
my heart - up in flames
streets strewn with broken promises,
shattered dreams, empty claims.
A hundred places where I fear to go
so with your memory they brim.
They said time would ease the pain
but its only death that'll dim
this bleeding of the soul
this tearing of the sky.
Until then the truth remains -
for you it was all a lie.