Tree twisted by the flow of the winds
 Like outstretched arms longing for a hug
 Its leaves long gone but not forgotten 
 Its roots breaking out of the soil gasping for air
 Cursed is its trunk with memories of a better time
 A metaphor to my life it seems
 Mimicking every wound and pain my soul sings
 Cursed with fate to always remain
 A target for this wretched world  

Published by Beipher

I have been writing poetry since a teenager but did not have the courage to really show it off. It wasn't until I had some tools as I battled depression and mental illness. They are still a part of me, which you will see for yourself. My writing is dark and raw.

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