I try hard
to plant and tend to
my garden of contentment
but hope grows like a weed
every time I think
I've managed this time, to snip
remove it
poison it
destroy
I sit to enjoy my garden
my eyes relax, my body is calm
and there I see it
again
my heart races
it is so pretty
how the wind catches it
the sun illuminates
no
damn the weed and damn the garden
let me get the flamethrower