I watched a cactus shrivel up an die
A cactus I was given as a gift
A cactus that had survived it all
Floods
Long days
Cold nights
A cactus that had been watered
Nurtured
Loved and cared for
But died even still
And I can't help but thinking
Did I do that?
Did I neglect it in its final moments because of everything going on?
Did I emit such negative energies that it simply could no longer survive?
Is it my fault that it died a cold and terrible death?
If a cactus cannot survive this storm, what chance do I have?
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Poems of a Broken Man
PoetryHere you will find short examples of poetry, from me, a broken man. I'm not as broken as others, but as a writer, one of the most creative and vulnerable things you can be is broken. If you have one take away from these, please make it this; Check u...
