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Out on a limb, and shaking like a leaf.
Winter has come, the snow has fallen.
All the others are gone, theres no one else here.
Sad and alone, remembering lonely grief.
At the end of this twig, no friends for relief.
They've all moved on, to the ground they've fallen.
Stuck on this twig, freezing in the wind,
Family is gone, no shelter is near.
Afaid to fall, afraid to let go.
how long has it been since I'v attempted poetry? I think the last bit I wrote was before I even knew what LJ was.
*edit*
just reread it. the focus what supposed to be about fear of moving forward, but lonelyness is what came across.
Winter has come, the snow has fallen.
All the others are gone, theres no one else here.
Sad and alone, remembering lonely grief.
At the end of this twig, no friends for relief.
They've all moved on, to the ground they've fallen.
Stuck on this twig, freezing in the wind,
Family is gone, no shelter is near.
Afaid to fall, afraid to let go.
how long has it been since I'v attempted poetry? I think the last bit I wrote was before I even knew what LJ was.
*edit*
just reread it. the focus what supposed to be about fear of moving forward, but lonelyness is what came across.