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Wyatt Siemers Poem
I grew in the soil of a forest fire
From the minute my seed fell
I was the disgraced one,
Cursed to grow within the ashes
Of something meant to last a lifetime.
Now standing among my peers
I am lost.
My branches not quite right
and my trunk the worst you’ll ever see,
Im forever misplaced,
no forest dark enough to hold
the weight of my roots
Or handle the rage within the sap
Seeping through the cracks.
I will forever just be the hollow tree
misplaced in a forest of dreams,
The one that had to grow looking to
A light that burned away long ago.
Copyright © Wyatt Siemers | Year Posted 2024
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Wyatt Siemers Poem
without you, i am nothing but a bag of fleash
stretched over brittle bones,
rotting in a house that isnt quite home.
without you i am a pointless whisper,
faint words flowing into an ear that isnt
listening.
without you i am nothing, a wilting flower
in the winter, left alone in a flower bed full of frosted
peddles. riddled with a past of neglect i will try to
thrive, but the loneliness in the soil spoils any
attempt of living.
Copyright © Wyatt Siemers | Year Posted 2024
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