Berries (This Was…)

This was their home
and this was their peace.
This was their sadness
and this was their fear.

This was their plot
of love, loss and fear
This was their silence
and this was their grief.

This was their glass
of broken promises,
This was the light
of their nothingness.

This was a mess
of rotten shrubberies,
This was the end
of their properties.

This was a scope
of nature to restart,
Those red colours
took a chance to spark. 

This was a spot
of babies, green and brown -
bushes, trees to born,
plants to rose and shine. 

This was a hearth
of their stalker dreams,
covered themselves
in fair and somber fields.

This was a zone
of love, loss and fear,
This was the freedom
and this was the grace.

This was the grave 
of lorn artifacts
This was the nest of
greed and fall and deaths.

This was the wish
in those tired minds
This was the rest of
their shattered hearts.

This was the home
and this was the peace
This was the sadness
and this was the fate.

This was the Zone,
my beloved place,
and those were the berries
guided me with peace.

Photo: Sargan Konstantyn, 2021.