I' ve Not Given Up

How come I’m still a seed

beginning to dry up

before snow fairies have

visited me

Inside this darkening womb

I dream of life

when all around me

buried corpses

whisper prayers for the dead

I have thrust out my arms  

from between the twisted

roots of grass

yet the gardener refuses to

make a vent in

the earth for my living thoughts

Let me have a reason

for my death

showers fall and return

it hurts that my strength

                                                is my persistence.