I will die on this hill /2024
if they do, i wonder if
they know how much it hurts
to root myself here
through the cracks in the concrete
pushing through the dirt
cemented in this feeling
like the plants i grow
towards light and away from dark
but this is where i am drawn
where i would rather be, than under
fluroscent glow
unnatural, here
growing against the darkness,
growing, pains.