The Fallen Tree

The Fallen Tree

 

Dylan C James

 

My life a joke, a fallen tree,

Stranger all, they cannot see,

The outside world oh judge me yes,

Confined four walls now who would guess?

 

Loneliness, a fallen tree,

A broken sense, a tragedy,

Those take for granted, sight of face,

What’s it like to see a place?

 

Treasure lost, a fallen tree,

A blur deprives my ecstasy,

How will one fulfill their goals?

Endurance blanket full of holes.

 

Daily toils, a fallen tree,

Not like others, not to be,

Read these words because you can,

Without a view then what is man?

 

Tears spill out, a fallen tree,

You can do it, don’t agree,

No detail, a sprawling mass,

Take in hand your looking glass.

Everyday a fallen tree,

Fumble, stumble, pray and plea,

Frustration at a moving earth,

These cells were tainted at my birth.

 

Depression is a fallen tree,

Watch it all as you are free,

Drive your car and read your book,

Play cards as I, remain here stuck.

 

Fade it will the fallen tree,

Wither under canopy,

Use your eyes as precious gold,

Sight can’t be bought and can’t be sold.

 

Loss a woodland fallen tree,

What is left, a small degree?

Remember all that you can do,

For some are not as blessed as you.