Tree

17 February 2020

To the voice in my head.

You a vulture, but I'm not dead.

I beg you for mercy.

But first tell me.

How am I so vulnerable to you
and how well do you know me?

Tell me so that I can grow.

Bear fruits to the seeds you sow.

Conceal you in my shade,
so you don't haunt anyone anymore.

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