Replacing the dark with my room

I look like a smiling critter

behind that place

That is the place where

you can stow your mind

I see you sleeping there occasionally when

my mind is not present

and a garden is built there,

called the garden of the burden

you once sorted this out –

taught me a benchmark of shades

and inside my room,

I once painted it to show

perhaps an apocalyptic bedroom

we can now use burdens as

good playthings, or couplets of our time –

a flower game, mostly, a dark secret for all

can you replace me again with a chance?