Happy birthday, blog!

It's not such a happy birthday.

Here's a poem for today. I've called it "Jungle"

I dig trenches

With a small, silver plow

To plant a jungle.

In red, brown and orange thorns

Watered with blood

It grows wilder and wilder.

I only wish this were a jungle

That I could hide in.

I'm back from Italy, and everything is falling apart. It is April 16th, I am 16, and I don't want anything to be happening.