The Anxiety Tree. *First ever poem posted

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Anxious are my roots;
The thoughts that transcend
Feelings into my core,
For Sore with disease,
I am Infected
By the spores that
Float callously in
the wind,
your wind;
It blows my broken leaves down to
The toadstools of you
that infect the health of my forest floor
-Cascading down through my branches
Until they can fall
No more.

22-02-2010
TDJ Tovey.