Oh wisdom pen!
Oh heavenly sun!
I'm here to tell,
I failed again!
To keep the rose
that grew so well
alive for I,
let it die
Unknowingly twas,
for a pests cause
I didn't know
and caused a row
Now I think
I could've thought
again they say
"A brain for what"
But here i am
with bloodied hands
from trying to remove
the thorns that grew
I poured some water
which couldn't matter
for all that I wanted
was to grow a garden
for something better.
And for the cause
of an unworthy pest
I failed again, I soiled the best
Chopped it's shoots
unknowingly with my hands
only it's roots
and emptiness stands
in the place of a rose
that grew so well
another catastrophe
in my book to tell