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.
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