Gardener Poem by Spunky jinx
Gardener
I'm all alone, and it's starting back again:
my jeans are ripped and my shoes are soaked.
I stopped the growth and began the pain;
while I stood so big, my clothes got small.
Now, outgrown the life that I had built,
I'll try and hide the things that I can't stand,
I'll try and plant instead of kill—
the dirt will cover my nasty hands.
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