a pile of needles

a cluster of
brown withered cacti
a testament to
divine neglect
and in the pile
of discarded needles
i see only myself
pathetic evolution
needing little nourishment
yet still deprived
of that small need
left dessicated
in a plethora of
empty promises
under the vacant eyes
of universal contempt
retracted roots
as the trickle dries
leaving nothing but
baked gravel beds
where rivers once ran


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