Hardening

sorenbarrett

There is a deadness in my bark that hardens with time
Oil burns low, hope goes dark, fate sealed with past grime 
A stunted growth gnarled and old filled with living scars 
Branches ensnarled, roots grown cold, above unreachable stars

  • Author: sorenbarrett (Offline Offline)
  • Published: April 26th, 2026 00:53
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  • Goldfinch60

    But from this life is reborn soren.

    Andy

    • sorenbarrett

      Indeed it is Andy and hardening is not bad in and of itself it can be a protection as well as a barrier. Thank you so much for the read and comment my friend

    • nephilim56 ( Norman Dickson)

      a very deep message portrayed and enjoyed

    • orchidee

      Good write SB. I thought you meant Fido's bark. Nothing dead about that. he still barks if poets 'forget' to mark poems 18+ where they should be. lol.

    • David Wakeling

      I guess we all suffer the inevitable tempering of life.But it is all part of the mystery.This made me think.Well done compadre



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