Friday, June 22, 2012

Birch Tree

Dirty sidewalks pave the way as I walk
A vessel of silence trying to find her glee
Smoking a cigarette where the smoke lingers and I take life's stock
Gawking at the mirror wondering if the refection is really me

The air traps emotions for all to see
Look at the damage done, tally my fee
Past, present, future; I wish I could drop all three
Root me in the ground watch me flourish into a birch tree

Sing me sweet melodies so I may sleep
Isolated and alone in a fortress of dark
They say wounded deers have the highest leap
Use my teeth and claws and watch me bark...Ruff

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