I desire to be close
So I bury myself
Like a flower
Hoping for rain
To quinch this thirst
And nourish this skin
Encircled by lustre
A world so bright
  Beckoned by existence
    Such wondrous delight   
I can't help  
But feel overshadowed
And overlooked
Stuck in the dirt
I struggle to escape
From worms
And strong roots
GRIPPING
These old lingering boots
No longer hoping for rain
I wish only to be plucked
Felt and Smelt
Just before the pain
That stems from sorrow
Which grieves the leaves
Of yesterday.