Leaning over to smell the roses
To only inhale the smoke of a burning garden
Plucked prematurely
To find roots that never found a bed to grow
Planting unused hope and fear to fill the ***
Rotting roots left to dry inside a hallow home
Finding perfect days behind foggy windows
Mistaking dust for gray clouds
Slowly drowning in unfamiliar places
Thinking sunshine’s only purpose is to burn ones soul
Weeds hovering over brittle shoulders
Hiding eager petals that can never bloom
Searching for a family tree
To only be stuck inhaling polluted air
In a home that only rains