I am the tree the forest forgot
Neither flowering nor fruiting
Forever failing and forlorn
Never reaching heavenward
But stunted standing
Suffocating in shadow and in sadness
I am the breeze the storm engulfed
In silence shackled
Stilled, suppressed
My quiet cry submerged
Forever censored,
By tempests’ callous cruelty
I am the trail the road
My history hidden
My hopes inhumed
Those who have walked my path
Lost to this witless world
While I wearied wane
Waiting wretched for my death
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