Simply Kayla

In this lovely and lush lawn I tend to,
I’m never able to kill the weeds.
Even when I dig deep to the root,
They rally and rise to taunt me.

“Wicked weeds!”, I lament, as I wallow in worry.
“Why curse me with your cruelty?”
And on knees, I pluck out each leaf and pull at each stem,
Whilst watering the lawn with my tears.

Each drop of frustration adds to the forest
Until I’m lost in the wild of the weeds.
The infinite imperfections drive me insane,
And momentary mania is rooted in my mind.

Wild myself, I mow them all down –
But the giggles gather as they grow, grow, grow.
And on knees, with head in hands, I’m forced to succumb,
I’ll never be able to kill the weeds.

© 2025 April, Kayla Macias