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A Blade of Grass
Feeling like a blade of grass, Trampled on as strangers pass. Unwatered, left to nature’s whim, A fragile life, a light grown dim. Beneath the weight of careless feet, I bend and break in cold defeat. No voice to cry, no strength to stand, Just one small piece of dying land. The sky above, indifferent blue, Shows no concern, no guiding clue. The rain’s a hope, a fleeting ghost, A memory of what I need the most. The sun’s harsh rays, they burn and blind, A relentless force, a cruel bind. I thirst for life, for drops of grace, But find no comfort in this place. In shadows deep, I try to grow, But darkness only feeds my woe. Each day, a battle, each night, a test, With weary roots, I seek some rest. My neighbors fall, one by one, Beneath the weight of scorching sun. Together, we endure the plight, Helpless in the endless fight. Mother Nature, distant, cold, A cruel caretaker, if truth be told. We cling to life with desperate grasp, In silent pain, our spirits rasp. Feeling like a blade of grass, Walked upon, as moments pass. In helplessness, I find my place, A silent cry, a fading trace.
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