The lonely tree
The only tree
Stands tall
And won't fall
Even if he'll give it his all
He is the lumberjack,
But jack'll be back
Then he, they'll have at it
And drop it into a pit
Just to watch it
Fall
Because the tree is no longer tall
It's now down, on the damn ground
Now the real question is would you stand up, and be yourself
Or would you join the rest
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Depressing Rounds
PoetryWell as it seems life is a terrible burden yet it also is a great present. In Depressing Rounds I tried to encap life moments (good and... mostly bad) into a series of poems. When I first started writing this I intended to just make a series of Depr...
