I watched you in the back of my mind salting away to your grave but remaining twig thin. I was the one who tore your bark off and left you bare in the woods. You were so beautiful there- i just wanted to keep you in my arms and catch your leaves before they could fall. I nailed signs to your spin which said do not touch but each season surpassed you with bruises and cuts through the soul. Until you were finally cut down and made into the monotonous chair to sit and be forgotten in.
Reason for writing:
this poem is for everyone who has given in. when i say giving in i mean becoming someone who you aren't. it seems to me, that everyone these days is following the path which they were told to. what happened to being an individual? you should be yourself, and follow your own desires. BE ORIGINAL. don't become a chair like the rest of them. become a desk!
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