The Fallen Tree

If there's room for me, then there's room for two

But the only soul that sinks belongs to me

This is the theme

Of the fallen tree

Wind carries that familiar scent that streams my thought

The memories give me chills the night air could not

Seep through the earth down through the pain

Stretch down like this very tree's veins

But unlike this tree my veins do not provide

My thirst for life does not subside

The cure is not fed

The fallen tree is, instead

Subtle chaos that floods my head

Feelings never faced aren't dead

Dormant emotions slowly evervescent with no rush

But I doubt a chance will present itself to erupt

Fruitless hope

Leafless actions

The fallen tree decays with no sign

Notice nothing worth note as it's branches lie.