Seeds

A short piece on how even a carefully planned for Love can go awry.

To think of fields once rich and black
Carefully prepared and tended soil
Lain fallow for years to prepare the way

I chose the garden carefully
Ever with an eye towards the harvest
Fruits, grains and the bright-eyed flowers

Spring plantings fertility rites
Sunlit summers joyful dance
All a part of the master plan

And yet

I have sown the seeds of my destruction
Laid in barren ground they yield
Haunted mental obliteration