The Tree

By Syafiqah Suhaimi

Darn you beautiful creature. Your beauty spoils you, Your brain elevates you, Your charm enlightens you, Your wit encourages you.

Willingly, I laid myself bare. Damned and broken I’ll be. So be it, for I cannot refuse this greed inside of me. A look, a laugh, a word or just a glimpse of you would mean the world to me.

But I am the damned by this inevitable invisibility, I denounce myself for I am nothing compared to thee.

So, there I stayed, like a burnt dying tree.