New Leaves This Color

"I’m wasted, losing time
I’m a foolish, fragile spine
I want all that is not mine
I want him but we’re not right.

In the darkness I will meet my creators,
And they will all agree, that I’m a suffocator.

I should go now quietly.
For my bones have found a place
to lie down and sleep,
Where all my layers can become reeds,
All my limbs can become trees;
All my children can become me...
What at mess I leave
To follow."

-Daughter