Depths of the Greenhouse

The depths of the tranquillity around me,

Surround the glass walls and trees.

I am engulfed, humidity fills my lungs.

Sweat seeps through my clothes,

Suffocating my shirt to my chest.

The casket is displayed in the middle of the greenhouse.

A wooden reminder of my failure.

The trees that extend around us,

Are proof that growth is a part of death.