the depressed seedling did not want
to live, or grow, or become what he
was destined to be.
“I don’t want to see the sun,
or feel the wind, or touch the sky.”
So he dug deeper and deeper –
where the sir would escape him
and the worms would consume him
days and months went by and
there was no rock bottom to be found.
The worms ignored him, and the
Earth, giving up, made way.
outside, his friends reminisced him
but not enough to not enjoy,
“Pity the fool that went the other way”,
they said, as they admired their
strong sinewy arms
and wind blown hair.
tired, the seedling looked up
surprised at the miles and miles
of bulging roots, strength acquired
by the pursuit of weakness.
life fulfilled by the passionate
quest for death.
Today, he stands tall and wise
the largest among them all –
sprawling kids of his own
and numerous others –
giving life, giving joy –
but a single tear runs down his face –
“All I wanted was to die.”
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