Buried deep in the trees—

That’s where I hold my rage,

Woven in them with ease,

The breeze is my calm sage,

Buried deep in tree roots,

My whispers flow and dig,

Hiding from the sick brutes,

That turned my words so sick,

Beneath their bark, the trees knows

That my bitter thoughts tower,

The world’s fairness are twigs, low,

How I could whine for hours.

Buried deep in the trees,

The trees know some, if not all,

My hopes for luck, my pleas

That down, those fools will fall.

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This isnt out of my comfort zone, but I needed to rant again and I wanted to try my own prompt

Also, shoutout to Alex Chase for making a flashback part for his story dedicated to me, and being an amazing writer. Seeing that I inspired them warms my heart in ways I can’t even describe, and I absolutely love what they wrote! Please go check them out if you haven’t!!