Suffering is the last leaf on the tree, alone and cold.
He hangs by his last tips, not wanting to fall.
He dreams of the sun shining on his cold, shriveled body.
He looks up at the sky
Praying for the clouds to vanish away,
Leaving the sun to find its way.
He looks down at the white wonderland;
That's all he can see.
He knows the end is near.
He knows he will soon be replaced,
But he wants to stay with that tree-
The tree that has been protecting him,
The tree that is bare but still holds on to him,
The tree that has nothing left to give but still gives.
He wants to stay, so he can say,
We survived winter.
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I'm fourteen years old and in the ninth grade. I live in Ashburn, VA, with my brother and my parents. The poem I wrote, "Suffer," is based on a poem I wrote in sixth grade. My sixth grade English teacher entered the poem into a local contest, and I got second place and won $50.00. Recently I looked over the original poem and realized I could improve it, so I changed the original poem a little and entered it in Poetry Nation. Hope you enjoy my poem.