The emotional turmoil
That leaves you willing and dealing
With another entity who doesn't belong
And is planted in someone else's soil
Yet, I wonder over to nourish....
Him, me, we.....
Confusion is what left us unpollinated
Seeds, that were produced were left unsown
Left in the soil for the unknown
Just to see what may sprout
And what fruits it may bear
Watching the truth unfold while trembling in fear
But what seed is there to sow
Neither gave to receive
Yet naively we watched on
Looking for nothing....
©trishalove
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