When Weeds Whimper More than Me

I couldn't believe -- I lost my own will to be willful! My own ill-will will surely take over and lend me a true vision of myself in the end. Though, was I ever okay in the head? Was I ever reasonable to some and to my family? I lost so much from them and yet what makes me happy to hear their joyful glee as they take my body and use me, eat me, stuff me, strain me, play me, drain me, escort me, rob me, and leave me. Today, I went to the fields full of grass, waving around up near my knee and feeling each of their tips land on my skin. I saw a giant tree that had great shade and I went under to ponder my mind away. And slowly, I let loose the weeds on me, maggots ate me, ants robbed me, birds played me, vines strained me, soil stuffed me, weather drained me, and death escorted me. From the underworld, there was no God waiting for me to greet. There was the cold and mountains, somehow plant life was alive as well as me.