Poem: I AM

I AM

Dead trunk, long forgotten in the forest,
full of life, but not its own.

Hollows are filled with creatures that prey on death.

Wind blows a ghostly song through an empty shaft
once flowing with sap ...
a lifeline, blood now drained.

Emotionless, letting those around it continue on,
pretending to be what they need, want.

In actuality a vacant shell,
devoid of protection.

Left behind, not good enough,
to simply rot.