Immortality of Bark

Written by: iolanda Scripca

As I am here surrounded by the Numbness
of tree trunks -  still and nameless in the breeze -
A Willow weeping  crystals of uncertain
Bombarding a century that does not belong to me
 
But I AM here surrounded by the people
who blindly thrust my chest  and leave the broken thorns
and no one cares when mutilating names of lovers
How hurtful is when carving in immortality  of bark...
 
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