Dead plant
There's a plant in my fruitful garden
Don't know what it is
But I planted a seed
And the plant grew and grew
I gave it all my love
I made sure the soil was fertile
And quenched its thirst
I showered it with care and warmth
I saw it die in front of me
Bleeding out the life it once had
And I wept for days
What I raised in me
Is now gone
And all I have left
Is the dry leaves of life
This poem is about:
Me