Tree

A murder of crows screech my funeral song, disturbing the eerie silence that surrounds. Heartless hands have left scars etched into my crumbling bark, as bleeding sap drips upon ivory sands, which fail to comfort the aches of my collapsed torso. I once ascended under sapphire skies, as golden rays adorned my emerald lush leaves, but now I've descended into dismal decay, realising humanity has no use for me - offering me as a sacrifice to toxic tides. I can still remember the sound of crashing to the ground, as men with axes laughed at the glory of my demise, allowing me to slowly sink toward the abyss of nothingness, now I'm helpless as ripples of regret carry me into the sea. Alone and abandoned, above me is only dreary darkness. I'm barely breathing, listening to careless whispering waves, smashing against my soaked motionless trunk, drowning me deeper in self deprecation. Frigid branches begin to crumble and snap, as I slumber cradling echoes of worthlessness