In the Abandoned Garden

[Jae Mc Donnell]

Very new to poetry, but extremely open to criticism!

In the Abandoned Garden

Nameless, shapeless, faceless,
society's blood red chestnut blight.
Darkness envelopes and coddles, I love this line
even moonlight ignores his plight.

Earthy mulch smudged tatters, should this have comma in the middle? Or should it be mulched?
neglected gazettes, rested head.  
Blanket wriggles and scuttles,
inky plume-lined feather bed.

Vacant corpse, decaying tree,
a meager voiceless hermit.
A withering rose of consciousness,
once sown amongst the vermin.

I love all the imagery in this piece. I think I get what your saying but even if I'm wrong I really enjoyed the read.