They stand there.
Staring at the same landscape, watching the sun rise and set, and judging the cars which drive by.
Their world consists of ups and downs and spinning around. Five cycles of the seasons race by. The leaves grow and fall, the leaves move on, but these creatures remain in the exact same spot.
Sitting and waiting for their purpose to be fulfilled.
The wind whispers secrets to their bored, unhappy souls. The sun smiles at them in the morning and the moon shows them light at night.
The tall creatures are never pierced by the bite of cold or burned by the heat.
Instead they remain the same until their time has come to stop.
Once they stop, they are discarded, ignored, and forgotten, as if they never existed.
They cannot wonder or understand their purpose.
They have no feeling, but realize they are more worthless to the world than useless,
Because they break.
They are broken after only a few years of standing there in the wind.
Spinning and providing an annoying neighbor to the people.
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My Heart, My Soul, and My Poems
PoetryA poem is my anger, a haiku is my heart, and a song is my soul that sings to soothe the dying parts. I am as if a puzzle with a missing piece here and there. A paper and pencil is all I need to show you who I am and why I am here. (By the way this i...
