The Weed
By Kaylene T
Published 22 September 2017
Forgotten, lost, thrown out
Never to be remembered again
Dying, fading,never to be seen again
Saddened it may be
No one really seems to care
Sad, lonely, tired
It’s cut down and begins to grow again
Green leaves withered and branches shrivelled
It’s separated from the rest of its group
Wherever it seems to go it’s never welcomed
It longs for a touch of empathy
Somebody that wants to love
Its trunk, crooked and spiralled
Squeezed between an old cracked fence
It just takes over the picture
It realises it’s never really going to fit in
It stands alone forever misunderstood