Trees

I’ve stood here for as long as I can remember

watching the sun go down, on repeat

slowly, but surely

each day slower than the last

watching each of my people disappearing. One by One

till I realised it would soon be my turn

and as I waited. and waited.

never seeing what had taken them

taunting me. waiting for it to become my reality

allowing the feelings of grief to hit

what were they taken for?

as the structures surrounding me grew and grew

within seconds. what I used to look down at now soared up to tower above me

the tiny brittle cracks growing on me

not one giving me a second glance. except for that ray of light

rising from the east

          making its way through all those buildings

slowly setting down in the west

those figures, they pass by me every day, yet never attempt to nourish me, nor heal me

for as long as I can remember