The Weed - Poem by Sophie Spector
You've infected me,
You've made me look ugly,
You've disgraced me,
You took away my beauty.
No one looks at me anymore,
No one reagards me as a divine peice of nature.
You've sinned me.
Nothing is worth the effort.
The sun no longer looks towards me,
It turns it's head in disgust.
Pity no longer works.
I've been abandoned
Left helpless to the weeds.
Ive been taken over, engulfed
I'm drowning in their hideous look.
Let hormones pierce their stems,
Like I've been told in Biology,
Let it mount and rise you,
Make you scream with agony,
Your cries ignored like mine were,
Let it grip you until you suffocate.
I want you to slowly fall to your fate,
While i regain my strength,
For the sun to flow down to me,
For me to turn my head in delight and happiness.
All this will happen in due course...
It will happen...
(Sophie Spector- 8th of October)
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