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

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