Tiny Oak Sappling
there does stand a tiny oak sappling
dying form it's lack of attention
the oak child sits quietly alone
withering away in it's plastic pot
dust and ashes grow in mass around it
choking away all the air
stealing all the water to be had
leaving nothing but scraps
for the sappling to survive
can you see the brown withered leaves
aging before it's time
already seen all there was to see
seizing it's open wound not of physical pain
but rather a lack of love