My veins
the train tracks for water
bluish green carrying blood
The birth and obituary of a martyr
I deserve to run.
I must save the personal attachment
exiting my lungs.
I must endure, the downfall of raindrops
pounding this soil
Am I great to the botanical visitors?
Or am I frivalous to the advanced?
If placed in a pot, I am trapped
leaning over depending on the quench of thirst
standing there
with my roots needing inspection
I must have self protection
No bouquet of eleven needs me.
I deserve an open window
feeding me the rays of enlightenment.
The tragedy of the blossom
is that time will eventually defeat me. |
Submission Name: *Thorough Effloresence*
