Sown Date: Thursday, 9th April 2015 @ 04:28:14 AM AEST Topic: Sad Poetry Contributed By: xHeathenx Sometimes civility reigns Sometimes it's complete unrest Regardless of the victor The spoils are available So I continue in hopes that the sown oats Are anything but perishable Every moment is a heaving hoe Pulling fertile dirt over seeds you left to grow So be sure to water said soil with your energy Time is something like life that can't be shown your apathy Positivity can rain amongst the fledglings While negativity may leave you with likewise belongings This poem is Copyright © xHeathenx Important note: ALL POETRY ON THIS SITE IS COPYRIGHT. If you wish to use any poem for any purpose, please either EMAIL Mick from the sites feedback form, or go to the AUTHOR'S site and EMAIL the author for permission. If you Email Mick for permission on any poem that is not his personal works, he will endeavor to contact the author on your behalf. This poem comes from Your Poetry Dot Com https://www.your-poetry.com/ The URL for this poem is: https://www.your-poetry.com/route.php?page=poetry/PoemDetail&story_id=180968