"Among my Wild Flowers"

Wild flowers grow
Outside my window,
In my head,
Where all sweet things grow.
In my world,
The one I had not made,
Demons,
And monsters roam.
I search for the Wild Flowers,
But alas,
They are crushed
By heavy feet.
Anger and hatred
Burn them
And so
I retire to my head
To create flowers
Of my own.
A piano plays
Endlessly in the background
As my bare feet
Wander
Through endless stems
Of everlasting green.
Nothing here ever dies,
Hatred cannot come in,
Anger stays out.
No tears are shed here
For it is bliss
Among my wildflowers.