Why do I feel so lonely hanging from this orchard?
So many others yet the feeling of solitude binds to me,
And the thoughts start to seep in.
You will never be good enough to feel the warm soothing touch
Of the farmer choosing you for a new purpose,
You are too undeserving of ripening.

So the orchard that is life will decide it’s my time to be let go.
Abused by the fall I descend to the bottom.
I am now the apple that has fallen too far from the tree,
On the inside I rot normally
But on the outside I am black and blue.