Submit your work, meet writers and drop the ads. Become a member
May 2013
nebulous and scattered
it's drifting
withering down
to a measly tree
with delicate branches
it's life hollowing away
no marrow in it's bones
pitiful and small
not even important enough to
cast a shadow upon a robin taking a rest
it's drifting
becoming what it once was again
beneath the ground
like it's winding roots
p
Written by
p
504
     Nick Durbin, Marian and Timothy
Please log in to view and add comments on poems