in side my head
I'm a tree that grows hollow
With each passing year.
My bark keeps getting thicker
Inside I'm, filled with fear
My leave blossom in spring
Come to bloom in the sun
And by autumn they are fallen
Inner demons, they have won.
My roots, were once strong
Holding me firm in the ground
Now they are withered and weak
Uprooting, flailing all around
Birds no longer make their nests
In my branches spread wide
Rather they head to the bushes
To make nests and to hide.
Now my trunk is dying
Leaves and roots are all dead.
But this tree that I've described,
Is what's inside my head…..
With each passing year.
My bark keeps getting thicker
Inside I'm, filled with fear
My leave blossom in spring
Come to bloom in the sun
And by autumn they are fallen
Inner demons, they have won.
My roots, were once strong
Holding me firm in the ground
Now they are withered and weak
Uprooting, flailing all around
Birds no longer make their nests
In my branches spread wide
Rather they head to the bushes
To make nests and to hide.
Now my trunk is dying
Leaves and roots are all dead.
But this tree that I've described,
Is what's inside my head…..