Distance Poem by Jayne Doe
Distance
The apple doesn't fall far from the tree
Though I wish mine was farther from me
As I cannot stand the shade it brings
It only seems to darken me
Its fallen leaves weigh me down
Broken branches all around
What's left is anything but green
Dry grass in a hopeless mound
Sweet fruit turned sour
More so by the hour
I am not as fresh as I once was
Rotting through and then I'm gone
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