The Immortal Poem by soren Barrett

No movement does it make
The immortal sits in a dark corner
What some think fake has always been awake
To all that knew it, it's been a mourner

Unchanged since the day we met
No water or nourishment does it take
Mute mouth from the air water does get
It shows no pain or ache

Without eyes it holds me in its stare
Before time began in my head
this plant has always been there
and will go on after all are dead