Bleeding and Nothingness

Bad Seed

When I was younger I used to say

« The world is a garden

Everyone can plant their flower into. »

Little did I know the world we live in

Is full of bad seeds.

It seemed like a perfect representation

Of

h u m a n i t y

Flowers of every color, every variety

Flowers of all shapes and sizes.

I never thought one could grow so much

It would cast shadows on everything

Surround it and cause all of it to fade.

I got too greedy, took up all the space for

So

l o n g

I kept blaming the sun for not shining

Bright or strong enough

When you were on the verge of drying out.

I kept blaming the rain for not pouring

Hard or often enough

When every drop weighted tons on your soft petals.

It took some higher force

To plant you out in aground full of

Lost and errant souls

For me to realize how selfish I had become.