Poetry

*photograph of a culvert wth grates and yellow flowers in front, a sky with sun rays shining down, and another culvert with white and yellow flowers in front.

There are dead groves

Lines so perfectly

Once an orchard

Alive

Now 

Stagnating

Decomposing

In the culvert of my mind

The dregs of the inhumane

The unjust 

Residing 

In my pain

They set up camp

Expecting a long stay

So carelessly,

Recklessly

Lounging

In my brain.

Through thin crevice 

Of the grate

A glimmer

A sun ray

Ah 

The flower

She seals 

The hope

Of my fate.

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