The seedA Poem by Soren
Greed a seed that spouts selfish roots
They feed on what others bleed, growing isolation's shoots Leaves that deceive, compassion lost in shade of insensitivity Withers stem's part, containing the heart of collectivity Misunderstood the good of individuality Values like leaves fall, in lust's sprawl of brutality Plagued by leaf's rust of lack of trust, fallen branches of faith No blossom bloomed, its fruit consumed as hope turned a wraith © 2025 SorenReviews
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