I speak in limited terms.. For that's all I have
The tree with only a thousand leaves is my life support
I can't speak words..
Nor I can make a sound..
Even if I was to write it down
Or make a gesture..
That still counts as communicating
People say take the tree down
But I can't... For that will lead me closer to Death
....Death is waiting at my doorstep
Watching my every move..
Waiting to write in His Notebook,
My name and the rest of the corrupted souls...
Who deserve punishment
....I thought i was given a chance
For I thought counting my words...
Meant to pick wiser choices
.... I was wrong
I was punished for speaking to much,
Hurting others with my words, spit, spat, slam on people
A hypocrite
A narcissist
A cheat that had no boundaries
I deserve... What I have been given
This is forever my eternal demise
Where I'll suffer in my loneliness
For I'll never be able to see the sunlight
For I'll never be able to have fun
I'll never be able to speak
.....silence.....unbearable silence
Unnatural for human existence
.....I have to remain silent...
For now....for I have only...
A few hundred words left....
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Punishment
PoetryThink before you act because for some attackers saying the wrong things or doing the wrong action can lead you to a strict punishment
