Fallen, from a tree
Fallen, to its knees
Fallen, dead, to the ground beneath its feet
Severed limb, sent down to decay, though not in vein
Cast down to decompose and nurture the soil that fed it to be
Brightly green, a selfless being
One not to speak or scream, but one to gaze, silently without judgement, upon a world of chaos and greed
Great dazzling being of life
Once, a joyful green, darkened by our careless needs
Yet still, it finds use for its severed limb
From green to brown, then into the ground, and back, to a fuller green, Smiling in the wind, casting shadows below where it will lay next
Brown, Brave
Dec 9, 2020
Dec 9, 2020 at 9:54 AM UTC
The darkness of my dreams keeps me awake at night. The fear of it happening, discourages me from adventures. It’s content throws me in a series of questions
What is, to happen?
Why these sudden nightmares?
Why now?
Since It all started, my fear grow stronger every day, my hours of sleep decrease every night.
It seems winter will never end for me, when everyone is outside enjoying the sun, I’m locked In my shadows with every Inch of my body frozen by fear and only one question in mind
when does it all end?
Dec 9, 2020
Dec 9, 2020 at 9:48 AM UTC