Rotten Poem by Rain Gill

Rotten



bare limbs
contrast starkly
against blue sky
shaking
in the wind
quivering
in the light
relying
on the immense roots
firmly planted
in the ground
to hold them
steady
unaware
that the roots
have rotted
and crumbled
away
leaving
an empty shell
of bark
masking its death
on the inside

Thursday, May 22, 2014
Topic(s) of this poem: trust
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