I feel

November 13, 2008
By tonnisha nance, Clarksville, TN

I feel
Like a seed in dry dirt
Struggling to grow
but drowned by hurt
Striving to grow
But how I’ll never know
Sun beaming down
Cooking me dry
Closer for my time to die
Crushed with pressure
Full of thirst
To the point of burst
World seems so cruel and hot
See it for everything its not
Slowly cracking by
All the forces of nature attacking
Not so low yet not so high
World revolving around
Me as the days go by
Unprotected and uncontrolled
My leaves all black and rolled
Small little seed
Overcome by mold
What once was gold
Is now said, set, and sold.
I feel

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