has no purpose
but to turn to stone
some day
It's life is over
no longer able to grow
or hope for something better
it mearly sits
decapitated
while the sun bakes it's heart
And a sun baked heart
is the hardest kind
because
it feels heat and longs for water
but cannot see the day
for which the floods might return
And just like a dead
petrifying tree stump
I have no mobility
and feel the pressure of
a life now wasting
in the sun
A once promising life
beaten down
by God's life giving rays
because I am not in a position
to accept them
No leaves
no branches
no families of birds and bugs
no rich
cool
dark soil
the kind you would dig your fingernails into
when you were a kid
and you had an idea of what
life would be like
and you wrenched your fingers through the dirt
searching for China
and worms
and other things
that made being a child
so much better than now
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