ILikesArt

Without the sunshine and calming winds that give warmth to the day, I slowly wither away. Where I was planted, Was my own mistake. My life has been shortened, In a place where a warmth I cherished is no longer present. “How foolish” the others will say For my folly made purely out of an immature state. Deep in thought, I anguish Stifled by my past, apprehensive about the future. Will my seeds spread to a place where the sun shines? Or will they stumble just the same, Befalling my same mistake.