Mutilated Tree

Mutilated Tree short poem

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Her words cut into him like a sword
tearing deep into his flesh
he uttered not a word

She ruined his fascination
erasing what was attained before
it has gone; that simple infatuation

A complaining spirit crept in, and constantly rushed out
destroying the leaves upon his branches
like a wildfire running rampant all about

Her persistent needle like jabs into his resilient trunk
gradually picking it apart over time
from a tiny speck at first to a tangible chunk

He ignored the erosion, pretending made it all bearable
sadly not enough
barely hanging on, almost irreparable

Do I dare wish to see
what will become of…
this mutilated tree?

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Hello, My name is Minnie, I am 31 years old and live in PA . I am the children's book author/illustrator of Just ask my mom and dad/SOCKS, I also write poetry and have been a production assistant for over 7 years. I have been writing short children stories and poetry since I was very young-I enjoy it and take every opportunity to share my work with others.
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