Hardening Poem by soren Barrett

Hardening

There is a deadness in my bark that hardens with time
Oil burns low, hope goes dark, fate sealed with past grime
A stunted growth gnarled and old filled with living scars
Branches ensnarled, roots grown cold, above unreachable stars

Sunday, April 26, 2026
Topic(s) of this poem: old,branches,dark,fate,hope
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