I feel like a tree sometimes
My finger tips are drying, all of my leaves keep falling.
stuck in place, obliterate
Can I chase the sun? Will I reach it in time?
I’m orange and green
You’re purple and blue
Twenty trees, but I’m still alone
Can I make this go faster?
Trust in Him, but who is He?
There’s a reason to everything, so then when why am I still dying?
I’ve watched you lie, over and over
Now they consume me
I need to get away, but my roots hold me down
“How are you?,” my neighbor asks
Is my bow deep enough?
Was my sway too much?
Did I hide my hands well?
I can’t find my voice.
My body feels heavy and lacks poise
I try and I try, to drop these branches
They feel like leeches
They’re dragging me down
They won’t let go.
I’m lying in my grave
Just like a tree.