My green thumb
has turned brown.
My transplants are
shriveled and dying.
I best read more,
to improve my skill.
I've had great luck
with many plants
and provided new starts,
to others so they could plant.
My mind is running away from me.
I think I need a pre frontal lobotomy.
Thoughts that are stuffed in every place,
Wedged in cracks or any empty space.
I need some time. Time to think
Or I may have to turn to drink.