Poison Seed

"Why should I blame her that she filled my days

With misery, or that she would of late

Have taught to ignorant men most violent ways,

Or hurled the little streets upon the great,

Had they but courage equal to desire?"-W.B. Yeats

I.

We've planted a tentative garden

It shyly promises colorful blossoms

But they won't break through the earth

Someone else planted a poison seed

And you won't weed

Her name is a word we don't speak

She rests in the dirt

Between you and me

II.

There's a ghost in your head

She lays between us in bed

I only know what you haven't said

And it haunts me

She haunts me

She haunts

III.

I wish I could confide in you

But I won't

There's still someone you trust

That I don't

IV.

You're a fool

For refusing to let go

Of a viper

Attached to your heel

She bites you

With poison teeth

If you won't shake her off

You won't heal