Poisoned Oak

I'm sensitive yet hardened,

Like an oak standing 100 years,

Felled by toxic waste, in poisonous soil. 

I’m the crumbling remnants of a forgotten home,

Felled by soft ground, no foundation to hold me,

I’m too heavy for this world. 

I’m in tune, and out

A radio too far North, speaking into darkness

and hearing sighing silence in return, 

felled by intolerable loneliness. 

Reviews

[Shweta]

I loved the write... especially the last verse...