afraid of showing up to disappoint
cultivating and never harvesting
until the seasons come to an end
when the last drop of water kisses the ground
the sun sets and
never comes back
i died inside the ground i grew me in
i died because there was nothing more
to live for
wake me up
_______hold my hands
_____________my last breath where my hope flew to the sky
the sky, it was gone now, i should’ve done better.
what could i do?
the roots was pulling me way stronger
beneath the ground
i buried myself
___Saturday, October 8th 2016.