Natural
The tree clings to my skull,
Gradually shattering it.
The roots dig into my brain,
Forming a robust shell around it.
I am captured.
My thoughts stay in the invincible barrier,
For they are not strong enough to escape.
They are too mear to cause any damage.
As time fades,
Oblivion slowly slaughters them.
This poem is about:
Our world
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