Will Vigar

A Writer of Sorts

My Houseplants Hate Me

dying-houseplant1

No eyes to see you.

No hands to reach for your aid.

I feel the disdain

Growing in you; begrudging

even the smallest of drops.

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This entry was posted on February 27, 2016 by in Poem, Poetry, Uncategorized, Will Vigar and tagged , , , , , .
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