by Ava Blu
i'm like the branch that was too dead to stay attached to the tree,
i don't really matter to anyone anymore
the wind blew a bit too hard one day and i fell from the tree,
this lifeless log on the ground,
a hazard to anyone around,
black, smelling of rot, something to be thrown away.
i watched them all come by, staring at me on the ground,
wondering how to fix the tree,
wondering if more would fall.
just how dead was it?
could it be mended?
a specialist was brought in to repair the tree,
attempting to keep it from dying more
but none of that really mattered anymore.
i thought they'd completely forgotten about me laying on the ground,
until one day they came to chop me up,
take my bits and throw them away
and with the worst part of the tree now gone,
it lived without the dead branch
and just as i thought before,
no one really cared about me, and none of it mattered anymore.
Posted on 10/11/2020
Copyright © 2020 Ava Blu
|Member Comments on this Poem|
|Posted by Richard Vince on 10/11/20 at 01:51 PM|
ouch. i think i know this feeling, but i never feel like i ought to be feeling it (though i know that's not how it works). please always remember you matter more than you realise.