the barren tree


a man

without honor

is like a tree

without roots

no longer anchored

to the earth


to primordial sustenance

though outwardly in bloom

his heart is dry

and withered

through force of will


he maintains his station

but the storms

he can weather

are numbered


unmoored from his foundation

he is cast adrift

into an abyss

of his own creation


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