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...
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