by JADON
I am much like a pine tree.
Propped and gloomy.
Fickle and frayed.
Green, but not jovial.
A sad pine indeed.
Prickly at the touch.
Warded sights inspire retreat.
Punctured needles weep.
Battered and alone:
a sad pine nesting in the deep.
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