Trapped
By Gilliane G
Published 28 August 2023
I am still in the concrete
Always isolated from others.
One of my leaves begins to go dry
As I start to cry.
No one is here to help me
My fate is to be.
People walk or drive around me
I cannot plead for help.
I am all alone
Darkness has conquered me.
My leaves fall off one by one
What is approaching is my fear.
Living like others are denied
Soon I will say my goodbyes.
My throat goes dry
I just sigh.
My death is inevitable
No one is here to help.
Death has come for me
I say my last goodbyes.