Blindly

Finding has
always been 
my purpose 
and having 
my pursuit 
but once 
now had
the joy 
of getting 
withers on
the very
vine I’d
so desperately 
planted too
much or
too little 
or not 
enough of
this and 
that and 
other things 
dried now 
just decor
of its 
once thriving 
sitting on
sill soaking 
up sun
blindly there