No thing is so fragile as I
Can be lost in the blink of an eye
Whiled away with rarely a worry
Until it is remiss to fix the blurry,
Unkempt of familial despise.

A seedling I was sown, a vacant mind
Painted with melancholy, rage, and tears
Essence of innocence began to unwind
Far too early in mine infantile years
How I withered, rotted, forgotten
Petals, leaves, curled in decay
Sun to me certainly not begotten
Coat of void encompassed those days.

Regardless, I grew, and grew, and grew
Forcing through the deadpan soil
Tilled with cruel, merciless toil
That only a matron could give you.
Forsaken by...