Pond In The Desert Poem by Stevens Cadet

Tears of the cactus, from the burnt scars of love
Who forgot along the way how it felt to have trust
Tears of the cactus, who will die alone & turn to dust
Born with spikes for any foreigner who tries to get close
Avoided and misunderstood, a mother's nature kept it soiled
As it soaked in all of her cries, making sure when love blossoms
It always leaves her spoiled. Yet this cactus is left alone....
Photosynthesizing and learns to breath on its on
The cactus gained these spikes.... as it began to grow