Here's a short poem I recently wrote, let me know what you guys think!
Standing tall so far from grace,
Foul trees crowd this hollow place,
Their arms they rise from darkest space,
Both black and blue and filled with hate,
Yet still their reach is upward bound,
When fate would have them seek the ground,
For life is found both up and down,
Their leaves look up,
While roots, they drown.