Laying waste to what used to be my promise land.
Lost the feeling of comfort it use to bring.
Wanting to be left alone,
While holding onto reality.

Living in an endless day dream,
Disconnected.
Tear drops tell my story,
From beginning to end.
Many see it but can't comprehend.

Walking through my promise land.
Absorbing its inner beauty,
While also taking in its pain.
Low hanging branches cover their scars.
Presenting a sensitive front.

Leaves lost through hardship,
But staying strong for others.
Initials of loved ones carved in its side.
Marking the point of their promise land.