My Wild Grass

Wild grass mowed down

A flower uprooted

A leaf fallen

A house demolished

Where is your life?

Where is your vigor?

Why does this happen?

Why do you wither?

I looked to you

For strength

I turned to you

To learn

Now i see

You wasting away

In front of me

What i behold

With my eyes

I despise

And what i feel

In my heart

Tears me apart

It is inevitable

It is unavoidable

It is unmistaken

It is the end

Of you

My wild grass

Grow free

My flower

Bloom for me

My leaf

Float away

My house

I stand on your foundation

I wrote this when I found out that my mom was sick with a disease, that will eventually kill her. It is hard to watch her fade away from the person she once was.