My garden has many weeds
It's the one thing I can grow
Yes, I blame myself for this
You only reap what you sow
I didn't say that I didn't try
Giving what I had every day
The rest fell from my hand
Then planted where it may
Underground roots run deep
It's memories make me bleed
For I could not distinguish
A lovely flower or evil weed
©S. Austin Vincoski
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