POEM OF THE DAY
August 9
I used to be a solid oak
Now I am uprooted.
Torn from the ground
Against my will
Now I lie in shambles.
Branches that once reached toward the sky
Strewn against cold hard concrete
A gaping hole where I once lived
Now fills the home I once called mine.
I used to be a solid oak
Now I am uprooted.
Torn from the ground
Against my will
Now I lie in shambles.
Branches that once reached toward the sky
Strewn against cold hard concrete
A gaping hole where I once lived
Now fills the home I once called mine.