Tangle Grow

Mon, 04/24/2017 - 00:08 -- Neftee

I've been looking for a place to plant my life.
Maybe at a shop, or ship or bar?
But not on a farm.
For weeds at farms are pulled sight.

So tangle grow!
Tangle choke the life below
These weeds that are my soul
Will still be growing old without a place to go.

This poem is about: 
My community
My country
Our world


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