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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