The winds of change
Have swept through our tree of life
And stripped the branches bare
Naked limbs
Resembling gnarled arms
Reach for what used to be
But is no longer there
Left cold and alone
Any remnants of love or happiness
Has been thoroughly erased
A twisted skeleton
Of a once flourishing life
Now stands in its place
Cobwebs have become its security blanket
And dead parasites and insects its company
In a place named misery
Though there is still a beat of a heart
There is no consciousness
No hope or purpose
Just an empty shell
That’s smells of
Regret and sorrow
Whose decaying bark
Is just a symbolic reminder
Of our faded dreams
Which no longer serves us
Just a silent tomb
Which echoes the sadness
Of endless today’s
And a forgotten tomorrows
Sep 2, 2025
Sep 2, 2025 at 6:25 PM UTC
The winds of change
Have swept through our tree of life
And stripped the branches bare
Naked limbs
Resembling gnarled arms
Reach for what used to be
But is no longer there
Left cold and alone
Any remnants of love or happiness
Has been thoroughly erased
A twisted skeleton
Of a once flourishing life
Now stands in its place
Cobwebs have become its security blanket
And dead parasites and insects its company
In a place named misery
Though there is still a beat of a heart
There is no consciousness
No hope or purpose
Just an empty shell
That’s smells of
Regret and sorrow
Whose decaying bark
Is just a symbolic reminder
Of our faded dreams
Which no longer serves us
Just a silent tomb
Which echoes the sadness
Of endless today’s
And a forgotten tomorrows