Roots digging into floorboards;
How did this even start?
Perhaps it was back when,
I had a deep pain in my heart.
Sprawling out onto a comforting ground,
sleeping much, growing round;
I never intended on losing control,
I just felt my life was not whole.
Now life-locked into place,
sleeping off problems I can't bear to face;
Once I was human, now a potato I remain,
the couch is but a shelf to hold me,
yet I still feel pain.