Seeing the Forest Through the Trees
I am not small!
Screams the amoeba in my mind
stoic trees
hearing my plea
Is anything real?
The sentinels guarding heaven
just stare
and have no pity
Why am I here?
As I sink to my knees
fucking trees
remorseless in their apathy
the forest weighing pain
by a scale
omitting man
I carve my name in the bark
hoping someone might
remember the fight
If I were a tree
could I see god?
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