Dead Living Things Poem by Tamara Turner

Each year I see a tag, a label
Each year I see different posts of what you think of me
It makes me feel unstable
Never bite the hands that feeds
Your like a wild animal that struck me down
I can still feel the sting of the wound that must to bleed

They say time heals but with my heartbeat I can still feel
Pain the unspoken blame
The swift cut off of a blade ending our friendship
Then I watched all the leaves from the tree fade in disarray
I want to be free of the living dead things
I want to be free from the past
But u wont let go of me
But I'm ready to cut down the old tree with a axe
Because I don't know how much longer this will last