The Cutting Weed

Deep within the recesses of isolation and gloom
Grow the roots of anger, hatred and impending doom
Spread they like the fungus from each cell to every part
Their tentacles consume their way
Through innocence and heart

When finally they rout themselves into those sacred spaces
Growing muted and with vigor with no trace in tender faces
Festering within the mind emotions and words become a circus
It's destination through aching flesh to breach out at the surface
Just beneath the itching skin it waits for blade of knife
To pierce the darkness kept within
And burst with howling to the light

The blossom just a bud at first
Fed on red rain to quench it's thirst
It's petals rough and scarlet worn
Upon the gentile rind now scored
It's tissues raised like rusted clumps
Patterned twists of lumps and bumps
A scream from desperation's keep
The weed amongst their gallows steep

Though sharpened trowel carves with care
The flowered badge of courage there
It hides the bloom of blood let drain
It's draping soaked with sorrow's stain
With pride it flaunts to those who know
For within their gardens also grow
Similar screaming recitations
Arranged as floral recreations

The haunting gardens of this child
Have grown unchecked, rampant and wild
Cast your eyes upon these meadows
Of thorny brush and fallen petals

Upon your apathy they feed
The hording roots of cutting weed
As for their lives you are responsible
It is you they'll hold accountable
Now look closely at the swell of cutting weeds that grow
From Hell