Land
Who you were
It seems so long ago
that you gave him to her
It seems so far away
Yet, I feel inclined to infer
it was a very sad day
The one in which you went away
It's been such a long while
I often forget who you were
How we all used to smile
How laughter would stir
Then you tossed yourself aside
and I can't imagine why
But, as I tend to forget who you were in the past
it's understandable that you, too
would forget of wearing a mask
Which causes me to wonder
if you'll ever come back
It seems not,
as if you've added yourself to a stack
of papers
that contain lists
of what is yet to be done,
yet to be fulfilled
But don't you see
that you are the
earth untilled?
As the ink dries on the paper
so does your land
Topsoil begins to die,
you'll have a dust bowl at hand!
Don't you understand?
What a shallow place you've laid yourself to rest
leaving grave concern
to those who've witnessed you at your best
I never heard you speak an ill word
about another
until you wrapped your arms around your lover
as she continues to smother
and take
all else becomes a rake
As it grates across
stirring up things you have lost
along the way,
the specks of dirt spring to your eyes
as you continue to decay
Blinded and unable to find the light
you burn in the sun
Perhaps this is why you prefer night?
It's a time to forget of your plight,
of things unfulfilled and undone
The weight of a girl
becomes less of a ton
But morning will come
The comfort of forgetting you've lost yourself
will not end this drought
You can sit... and wait
for rain to come about
You'll still be the land
After all, that won't change
But nothing will grow, you won't feed a soul
There you'll sit, lonely
with nowhere to go
and no one to visit
except one who's tears began it all
Is this what you wanted, is it?
Those tears will continue to fall
A barren place cannot stop them, only stall
only catch them
and add them into itself
never enough to help
neither land sprout a stem
nor the gardener
who never did learn
to keep alive a plant
After all,
she can't.