Timber
How much I would pay
to just see the day
where forever and ever existed.
Yet my mind is twisted
and I lay unassisted
because without you I'll always be.
No matter my plea
I keep falling to my knees
because now my world has gone.
As weak as a fawn
I question if I can go on.
You were the only root left to this tree.
With only just me
I'll have to bury the 'we'
under this tree with the rotted roots.
I'll give a final salute,
and throw on my best suit
before finally calling timber.
This poem is about:
Me