Inside of it all

by lisa marie   Sep 12, 2009


An aged tree stands alone between
A sleeping meadow
and a silent forest.
Everything is lifeless, but
Along the scar implanted deep into
The rotting tissues of this single tree,
Explains our loss of
Of what is real.

Soothing winds mask reality.
Imagination evolves into obsession.
And we forget the scars
buried beneath our feet.
Tightly grasping our true identity,
the aroma of wild flowers softly
Allures our vulnerable minds, and
Drives away the possibility of
Growing wise enough...
to even be considered
old.

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  • 8 years ago

    by Hallucinostic

    Very abysmal, the depth makes it very intriguing. I like the brevity too, concise yet still very interesting.

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