Take a strong gaze at my wispy arms,
For you will never notice such a small bond.
You stare upon my one bloomed smile as its auburn crunch awakes you.
See I’m not stable on my own, I need help to stand as short as I can for you.
My broken bones sway away in the cold grey wind as I became chilled in your seduction.
It seems my roots are the only thing to hold me tall
For it is all I know to grow to be.
I shall never be your center stage for you know too many stronger than me to be bold.
A century sick of my slim strands scoping to be saved,
still I stand single.
My bloomed leaf is so slowly sailing off my ill arm like the known failing life.
Waiting for your end
or perhaps its freedom.
Until I am stung by neglect from this incomplete fevered world.