Vegetative State (Poetry)

I droop like some plant
stalked by an aphid
who’s sucking me dry
horribly needy
sticks close — creeping sly

He’s camouflaged well
nobody sees him
they’re all taken in
and I don’t complain
I know I can’t win

My roots run too deep
I can’t get away
I’m stuck in this pot
while leaves curl around
the pipe dream I’ve got

Just one seed I bore
long-flown on the wind
no clue as to where
disease withered — dimmed
all reason to care

Pain’s my companion
it tortures and mauls
seasons drift aimless
hope’s drought the main cause
clouds gather — rainless