I sit alone, I sit alone.
Hidden by the darkness of this leery forest.
My defined personality like the trunk of a fallen tree, damaged, broken, and I have lost all of my leaves.
Everything far and gone.
Withering away, with anyone or thing having even the slightest clue.
When good weather comes, and I begin to decay, I help others, but there isn't another way.
Sad and Lonely, disappearing forever, never to be seen.
Hidden by the darkness of this Leery forest.
I sit alone, I sit alone.
YOU ARE READING
Poetry
PoetryPoetry; literary work in which special intensity is given to the expression of feelings and ideas by the use of distinctive style and rhythm; poems collectively or as a genre of literature.
