Oak Tree Poem by Nick Girling
Oak Tree
Stiff like a tree
Branches looming over,
covering their meekness with darkness
decending over their confidence as my ego grows
I give a wry smile
But I die inside
Hollow to the core
unlike an oak I see in their eyes
cut me down
oh cut me down
make me into a chair
to sit pretty in this room and not distract the world from nicety
cut me down
oh cut me down
burn out the fire that grows inside
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