Sour Seeds Poem by JoAnn McGrath

Sour Seeds


Sour seeds grow in the mind
Leaving questions of dispirited kind
Once planted they take root and grow
Not the sort one wants to sow

Yet they thrust deep like malignant weeds
And stifle one's existence to succeed
Preying on our self esteem
Crushing our most inner dreams

The battle begins and time to reap
Strength is needed to dig down deep
Rid the soul of malignant weeds
And to the wind throw sour seeds


13 Mar 2008