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..

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