A dying tree
I was indeed
Grown thinner
And much
more
Dryer
Rootless tree
Where sun
can’t reach
And here I am
Stuck like a
leech
Abandoned
From reality
These aimless
Path I went
Outside pavement
–
Standing,
barely
Blind weak
And draining
Almost dying
Still not
living
And out of
no where
There this
light
An angel
appear
Reach out –
oh dear
Holding my
hands
And I thought
This must be
an angel
It was I thought
Though not a
word
Did she
muttered
Her hands
were warm
Felt I was
belonged
7-6-2015
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