I am the only tree left standing in the forest.
Have they left me?
Or have I wandered unknowingly away?
The loneliness prevails and I realize
That my own sturdy trunk is waning;
For guilt and naivety have rotted my timber to the very core.
I am the only tree left standing in this land
Not because they are not here
But because I choose not to see them.
Some are angry and others are hurt
Bent and broken by the cyclonic wind of my words.
They bow and break at only the slightest kiss
For there is nothing remaining of their massive countenance.
I am the only tree left standing where this mighty wood once stood
For I have abandoned all others in search of my own roots
I must find my forest once more.