Tree... Poem by Summer Huggins

Tree...



I sit in the dark,
With a single light above my head,
All around me is the abstract of black,
A healthy tree stands in front of me,
Like a painting, or a world I dare not step in,
But behind that tree is my enemy,
The wind breezes a chilly scream,
The silences soaks as a deadly disease.

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