I am only a weed

I am only a weed
growing without seed
not a single spark be lit
that sleep under your feet
that none of your eyes need

I am not a blossoming cherry
nor the morning glory
with blissful spirit they carry
adoring them you so merry
as if meeting the princess of beauty

I am dying in vain to be free
there is no second to flee
but awaken again you see
and I swear I will always be
'til the fate could bring me

Though I am only a weed
don't you see me bleed?

(Maria Caroline Samodra - 4 November 2011)