Garden And Graveyard

Today is yet another day,

When I'm screaming internally,

Because I cannot believe,

How I keep destroying my own garden,

By digging my own grave,

At the same spot I planted seeds of flowers,

I cannot believe how much I've over-watered a certain patch of soil,

So much so that it has eroded all the nutrients out of it,

I cannot believe how much I worked to protect it from weeds,

Yet I love wildflowers equally.

Today is yet another day,

When I want to have everything,

And I don't end up having anything,

Not even a garden,

Not a graveyard.