Seeds

I think I'm dying,
Though exactly how I cannot say.
I think I'm dying
And it's an awful way
To go.

I think I'm breathing,
Although, of course, I could be wrong.
I think I can see the diseasing,
But it will be long
Before I know.

It's hard to live in ignorance,
But, for my stupidity and the seeds I sow,
I've given myself a death sentence
And it's an awful way to go.