Labours of my fruit

distorted mikey

A seed planted in young, fertile soil

with no understanding of how it gestates

spreads

suffocates. 

The old roots are gripped by the intruder,

a growth alien to the orchard

and if you can find the soil

under the leaves and thick thorns 

then you can try and plant another,

something to combat the only instinct the soil has left

  • Author: distorted mikey (Offline Offline)
  • Published: May 19th, 2022 14:56
  • Category: Reflection
  • Views: 24
Get a free collection of Classic Poetry ↓

Receive the ebook in seconds 50 poems from 50 different authors




To be able to comment and rate this poem, you must be registered. Register here or if you are already registered, login here.