Hazel Tree entangled Roots #4 Poem by Tristian Ford

The world, more than anything else, suffers from a lack of love.

The social conditions that scourge our neighborhoods and towns:
Homelessness, poverty, along with all other types of crimes amid violence as we all live
around.
The symptoms of that deficit and for each of us on a daily it surrounds.
They persist because we don't love each other enough.
Not even at all to make the hate stop, so the baffling words still resound.
Surely there are mockers about me, and my eye dwells on their provocation.
Who is there who will put up security for me?

I spend my days and nights lonely
Since they have closed their hearts to
understanding.
He has made me a byword of the people, The upright are appalled at this.
Yet the righteous holds to his way and with clean hands grows stronger and stronger
like the entangled roots of a Hazel tree that twists.
I hope for change in the day.
It feels like I sleep underground,
I make my bed in the darkness.
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I awake feeling lonelier than usual, overshadowed by a vague depression undrowned.
Overwhelmed, bear in mind that there is once again no one around.
Looking out the window with involuntary tears,
not only a new day but into the positive potential in a tree full-grown and newfound.
I see a Hazel tree outside on the grassy ground.
Struck by a sudden curiosity
Although in pain by my lonesome,
somehow, I managed to crack a smile.
I hastily walk out to the tree
hopes of peace finally being found.
Overturn this overwhelming state of depression that Sinks deeply
Making loneliness more profound
Stern emptying of the soul
Life can't be forever - for anyone-
Hopelessly spiral bound.
One day
other days
Overcautious going up,
other days
Overwrought coming down
But yet, at that moment, standing before this tree
I declare us both spellbound
The sense of solace as we spoke the language understood by few.
Esoteric nature that always gives knowledge
Still, it never makes a sound.
As the uneasy lies left my mind,
The Hazel tree formed
A Mighty Fortress
Then on my head, it placed a crown
Barricading my fragile heart from pain,
unruffled the mind so it no longer raced,
and left my soul purged of nonsense,
unrestrained to indulge in the freedom of fancy, anachronisms, and incongruities abound.
A resilient spirit fell on me the same as
Hazel's leaves tumble softly to the ground.