I fall back
Letting myself sink into
The barren dirt
And into
The core of my
Outstretched roots
Remembering how
the soil was once
Full of life
With joyful memories
Hanging from the branches
But everything was now
Dead
Wilted and
Withered
There was no more lush
soil or merry
Life
The branches were gnarled
With god forsaken memories
Loosely hanging on
The soil
Is no longer soft
This tree
My roots
Were no longer
Alive
I was truely
gone
- aj
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tainted souls ✎ poetry
Poetrydedicated to the good, the broken and the undeserving a book of my poetry trigger warnings will be placed in chapters if needed - aj
