Cut me off will You
For I am afterall fruitless
My bark is dry
My leaves offer no shelter
And my branches are not strong enough
Cut me off will You
Take me with You
For I have tried
I stand under the rain
But, fruits don’t yield
My bark is still dry
And my branches are falling off
Cut me off will You
I see no point of existence
I offer nothing
I am empty
I have tried
To fill myself up with rain
But the holes on my bark doesn’t allow
It runs through me
It runs from me
Cut me off
For I am lost in this world
Written by: Adebanke Falade