Thou planted seeds
Within my tender heart,
A garden of flowers did bloom
Ignited intense sparks,
Like a moth doth to flame I was
Like the harsh wind
Thou lashed mercilessly,
To watch me crumble piece by piece
I just lay numb,
Iced beneath layers deep,
My smile concealed the gnawing pain,
My hopeless mind
Still dwells in memories,
The sands of time fail to erase
Note: This was one of the winning piems in Poattic-8 held by Artoonsinn.
It has been written in the crown cinquain style. Every stanza has 5 lines in the syllable count 2,4,6,8,2.