GARDEN OF THE SOUL

A seed within the soul does bloom
when fed upon despair.
A richly soil of sadness beds
the sprout about to fare.


The stem shoots up in frenzied need
to bring upon it's life.
Thorns adorn in greedy wake
to puncture like a knife.


The leaves unfold wanting tears
to quench upon it's thirst.
The bud in bloom luxuriant
as the prismatic colors burst.


The flower's name is Discontent
with roots that snake down deep.
It multiplies and will not give room
for other desires to reap.


~April 29, 2011