May 22, 2010

Day 138 - Pulling From The Roots

You pulled me up from the dirt
And letting go really hurt
You wore gloves to save your fingers
But the pain of leaving lingers
In the part of me that wanted to stay
In the ground where I used to lay
You think your garden is more tidy and neat
But all that remains is simply incomplete
Life cannot be held in place
You can read that in my face
Too bad I learned that fact too late
Decay is now my unlucky fate

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