The Withering/Hollow Tree
The day my nightingale left me, I was left to be the withering tree. Years after, a farmer took some plight Tried to do what he felt was right Built around me a fence Watered me every day and gave me fertilizer Sadness now became a past tense I could see the future that was really brighter And I thought I now had everything. Life will come with such mighty blow I did not have inkling, I would become so hollow. I withstood lots of ups and down in my life But the termites were in rife Made me hollow from inside The only option i was left with now Was to die slowly like this or to commit suicide. Once withering tree from outside, I was now Hollow tree from inside..