Like weeds I flourish, and overrun the bed
but you a flower, weak from my abrasive power
choke and wither
I try to coincide
with other kinds
those that belong in the garden
But they tangle in my vines
that strengthen and spread
Daily I await
a sun to shed it's light and help us grow
and I'll become part of the garden
I desire so
But I wait and I grow
I smother and I kill,
and then it's over
when I drown in deadly toxins
that I swallow and wallow in
It seeps into my leaves and stem
choking out my last and dying breath
between the sputter of bitter and angry screams
There is no place in a flower bed for weeds.
A contest entry
- here's to the losers II by risewiththesmoke.
300 points, ended June 7, 2007, 10 entries
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Comments
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wow, the emotion really came thru in this. nice job and thanks for entering!
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