I grow nettles in my garden <br />I hate flowers... <br />Theyre so pretty <br />Sweet, scented, natures lot <br />Mild, caressing and gentle <br />Everything LIFE is not <br /> <br />I grow nettles in my garden <br />I love their prickly truth <br />Their nature which epitomizes <br />Sadism, cruelty, unruth <br />Animosity, vindictiveness, callousness <br />Everything LIFE is, in nakedness <br /> <br />I grow nettles in my garden <br />I don’t play with fantasy <br />I don’t duck from reality <br />I don’t forray with romances <br />I don’t believe in taking chances <br /> <br />I grow nettles in my garden <br />To remember my old vulnerability <br />To remember that cutthroat treachery <br />To survive amidst the enemy <br />To be wary of your coming back to me.<br /><br />wardha jawdat<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/nettles-in-my-garden/
