Do you ever wonder what trees think about when they die?

Aug 10, 2023

Poem by Halle Preneta — 8/10/23

Photo by Jamie Hagan on Unsplash

Sometimes my body feels like a useless hunk of metal clanging around in your garage

Sometimes my words feel like mini tornados wrecking through your neighborhood

Sometimes my life feels like sand crumbling in your hands

Sometimes the world feels like a huge ball of fire no fire extinguisher can put out

Sometimes I feel like hollowed out bones laying in the street

Sometimes living feels like clinging onto ropes that burn your hands

Sometimes living hurts

Sometimes living feels like dying over and over and over again