No one believed you in the first place.

Take that leaf you overturned
the passion that you lit
cradle the flame 'til it makes you
squint. Chuck it--
watch it burn.
10 points if it was a seed,
a thousand if it smokes.
If curly grey obscures our vision,
imagine stares through spinning spokes.
Courteous--a dial tone.
Banish the grape vile. Vines
don't just creep, they're climbing;
catch them before they catch you lying
(or sprint as long as words are white)
"Listen, I hope for the best."
Yes.
That doesn't stop the
burning.