Lonely bird sits perched...on its branch
Atop its tree which has been through it all
Torn up, withered old tree
The tree of life
Each branch representing age
Every crease showing hardship and strife
Oozing sticky sap
From its wounds...the many it hides behind
A shroud of hurtful cuts and gashes
Not protecting...
Screening from the outside world
Shutting it out
Shutting out the very people who helped
Helped create the painful wounds
On the inside and out
Trees swaying in the brutal winds
Of the hurtful world around
Winds echoing the whispers of the people
Loquacious, gossiping people
Stay out
Your words create emotions which
Come in waves...crashing down on me
Winds picking up..branches swaying
Limbs breaking
Pain deepening
Piercing pain
Roots tearing
Cracking
Falling down
Dead |
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