Cut Down

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A million spiders crawl over me
But all I feel is emptiness

I planted roots where shouldn't have
Dug a grave I cannot fall into

Many pass me by
Some may see me
But none know me
They may need me
But not in my life

Stars beautify the night sky
I love them
Though they are unaware

I like to lose myself
Imagine a bright future
This deceptive tale I tell myself

See me as you will
Do what you must
Acknowledging I am hollow

I make jolly at the mortals' expense
And laugh with me

I am filled with anxiety
As my branches shake with fear

I am disgusted by this reality,
For it is not mine to control

I have witnessed a number of sunsets
As west is my direction
And north is only a by-pass

Perhaps I should shed my leaves
As my time to expire wafts closer

I don't believe in life after death
I believe in one life after another.

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