Desolation
The hollowness of a decaying tree,
Festering in the fungi that feeds
On the little that is left of me.
Caught in the deforestation
Of the young,
The annihilation of the naive.
Now I hold not a leaf,
No sign of life can be seen,
A birdless branch,
An empty scene.
Scenery that is no more,
A landscape on the forest floor.
An axe in my back
Bleeding sap with each hack,
Each gash, until I snap.
Until I fall and can't get up.
Forced to rot down in the muck.
Dragged through the mud and through the dirt,
Ate the dust and chewed the hurt.
Until decay and my insides caved,
A cavity that rotted away.
The erosion from a lumber's knife
Leaves a vacant tree void of life.
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Anxiety & Apathy: A Collection Of Poems
Poetry- A Collection Of Poems - I tear myself to pieces And hope to be whole. ⚠ TRIGGER WARNING ⚠ Contains imagery and subjects of: - Self harm - Suicide - Disordered eating - Mental illness
