Dark Poetry #4 |
Me or Tree |
Curse New Member
since 2007-05-23
Posts 6 |
I wake from a seed soiled in blood, tears from a sun boiled in mud. Stepped on by man but I still break the ground, hate from a world where weeds are not found. Love from a mother that mankind has abused, living in shade my stems become bruised. Destine to lose surrounded by bricks, dirty and cold my Innocent\'s rips. Right out of my soul no time for sunsets young age. Now I\'m hard my bark scared from life\'s rage. I bust through the concrete towering all, Taking whats mine and casting shade on the small. Waiting for the main storm to take me out of this plain, The world will remember the root of my pain. |
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Abbeon Member
since 2006-11-30
Posts 228Curiousity, and wonder |
Sigh. Amazing how is it people can write such beautifull things? please write more. i egearlly await more beautifull peoms And i beleave it is both man and tree. Abbeon |
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