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Becoming Forgotten

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I was tall
strong and leafy.
Until one day,
I felt an aching
in my shins.
The ground moved closer
and the sky left me.

I fell victim to a man
with a weapon of teeth
that gnawed and gouged.
I was lifted high above,
shaped not to live alone.
The weight upon my shoulders was great
and I struggled.

Awake at night,
the animal noises as
constant as the falling rain
which aged me.
My fear revealed as my heart
split from neglect.

Abandoned at this sign
of weakness which rendered me
a part of my predecessors.
That useless mass losing focus.
I suppose I was destined
to join that decrepit heap,
and destined to become forgotten.





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