"Don't go",
"Don't give up",
"People would miss you",
Words like this, followed by many more,
A broken record they play forever more,
Yet when in times of joy, my absence unnoticed,
My spirit unheard,
My touch replaced by another's embrace.

This taunting play,
In this life's subtle ways,
The powers at play,
Cut my roots on day before bloom,
Locked in a box,
Left astray.

I long for the night,
I'll finally rest.
No creatures of anxiety,
No path...