there are trees
that have been hollowed out,
burned hollow
by the wildfires.
just like you
— your flames
are extinguished
by the world
around you
(the same world who
has no idea about the effects
they left
on you).
and these trees
get visits from
tourists;
they climb into the base
of these
hollowed-out trees,
stretching their arms
to try and
touch the
charcoaled edges.
and here you are,
burnt and hurt,
yet you never learn
— letting people into
your hearts,
thinking that
they're carrying a candlestick
when they're carrying
a torch.
but nevertheless,
the tree grows
and grows.
and so,
nevertheless,
you will grow
and grow.
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Silent Chaos
PoetryIt's too quiet. The loudest thing is your heart beating. You can feel your pulse throughout your whole body and it's overwhelming. You're breathing too loud in a place where life does not exist. The silence is invading into your mind, filling it wit...
