Pine tree

I watch seconds disappear;

Clouds are racing each other,

Trying to reach the unbeatable time.

Atrocious memories mix with

The last bits of happiness I could count.

I cannot grow wings anymore,

And I just sit there under a pine tree,

Watching everyone else fly by.

They move towards their own destruction,

And I just wait for it to come.

No sense in running to face it.

I will patiently wait for the end

Sitting under a pine tree,

Crushing bugs.

 

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