No friends
No fiends
No calls
To be screened
No one ever
Knocks on this door
No more parties
No dance floors
No more laughters
To fill blank space
No more foot steps
To my home
Do I trace
A solitary cactus
I never bloom
All by myself
I deal with my doom
I have my thorns
They are my horns
To protect from summer
Chilling winter storms
Once in a while
When there are
Desert rains
I look above
To look at
Flying water cranes
All by myself
I stand alone
And meditate
Thinking of my past
Of my garden
I ruminate
I was not born
A cactus at all
But A simple sweet pea
Tendrils et al
Just A change of fate
A life so desolate
Turned me in to cactus
Abandoned in disgrace
Where there were tendrils
You find thorns today
It's a trick for survival
Just trying to find my way
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
There is a reason that a rose has thorns. You notice even this flower can make you bleed should one not be careful. You can learn alot from a flower. But you are no cactus, if that were true you would be alot like this girl i dated, she was actually a hybrid of the cacti and the desert rabbit. I believe the latin name was cactilawhorisiviuum. Or something like that, ill have to brush up on my latin.