Hurting,
Soul is churning,
Stomach twisted in a knot
An introduction for the masses
Of those unaware of
Life's evil plot
An inhibitant of such confusion
Does not mix well
With tangled illusion
Get one foot out the door,
Your encouraged to lay low,
Plant a seed of inspiration
And hope that it will someday grow.
Hannah Owens
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/seed-20/
