There once was a beautiful tree, with lots of branches.
Unknownably unconscious of her beauty, when a man came and dismembered her branches
She became nothing but a tree trunk.
Her radiant light
slowly
dying
All that once was her branches became dust.
Forgetting who she once was.
She forgot herself.
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The Entity Depression
PoetryA diary filled with my poetry that I write when I am depressed.
