When a seed is planted into my brain
the roots reach out and asphyxiate me,
they strangle my thoughts, render me insane
and blossom into black views that hate me.
When your words branch out deep into my soul
they block out the sunshine and reign my skies,
and a growth of madness makes my skin crawl
until I'm nesting the bird's lamenting sighs.
When my leaves plummet down to the hard ground
I feel each loss just as deep as the last.
Without their shelter I feel the cold wind pound
and I regret growing my trunk so vast.
When my despondency is deforested
I will grow again with thick bark more tested.
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