Char and Bark

June 8, 2014

Char and Bark

I'm like the tree that lives past the fire. 
My bark is scortched
while life still flows through my veins.

But all you see is the char
the destruction
the scortch
the pain
the death

So you don't want to give me a chance at life.
You simply cut me down
to be rid of me.

asw(g)