Life of a Cacti

Eh who knows why I wrote this, perhaps to show people about perspectives

Feelin' all lonely in the sands

Finding all living avoid your hands

Drenched with sweat that no one likes

Pricks, pricks that eat one's hands

Company is none its got

Except for its food, which never talks

Moving is death, living is only breaths

Being a pray with nada defense

Getting bitten by its friends

Greedy living beings, humans or not

Stealing its water, the hard work its got

Dead steals, living take. 

Work and work, in the desert stakes

Barriers put in place,

Pushing all bullies away,

Nothing can survive for long

Except for maybe the halls

Memories covered in sand,

People removing the plan,

One by one, the roots detach,

Feeling the air, feeling bare,

Bad or good, life will tell

Relocated in a plain old' box

Its life depends on yours

Protect me or expose?

Hurt me or help?

Being hard on the outside,

Being vulnerable on the inside,

One last bit, don't pull it down

It worked so hard,

Give it the peace that it deserves,

Author's Note

My first ever poem, probably not very good

Reviews

[lessa (kenzie)]

Such an emotional write here, also so well written

[AlinaTheCacti]

Thank You So Much :)

--Cacti