Sour Seeds
Sour seeds grow in the mind
Leaving questions of dispirited kind
Once planted they take root and grow
Not the sort one wants to sow
Yet they thrust deep like malignant weeds
And stifle one's existence to succeed
Preying on our self esteem
Crushing our most inner dreams
The battle begins and time to reap
Strength is needed to dig down deep
Rid the soul of malignant weeds
And to the wind throw sour seeds
13 Mar 2008
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem