Banished Into Scenery

 

Wilting


The plant by your computer



If only you could hear my dire screams of thirst

   
You are impossibly insensitive    
   
   
Luster diminishes to dry browning edges

Dehydrating at the mercy of your mindless neglect

Why did you strip seedling from nature

If you are too self absorbed to give living things water

Silent coughs of sand from indiscernible vernacular


                 < writhing in anguish >     


As you walk by a hundred times with glasses full of the very thing I need

If only you could spill a few drops my way

Relieve the suffering

From this fast imposed

By virtue of your

Sickening and smug lack of care

Go ahead and tinker around on your little circuit boards

I'll just be the sentient being

Right over here

Dying by your side