The Rotting Branch.

Dying,
Being fed upon,
The rotting branch.
It can remember what it was to live,
It can remember the rustling of the leaves,
The feel of the gentle breeze.
The fragrance of the wet soil.
The joy of the rain.

How did it ever come to this?
Was it the poisoned body that poisoned its soul?
Or was it the other way around?
So full of life it was,
So alive with emotions,
Where did it all go?
What... what brought about this rot?
Who turned it..
Turned it into a rotting branch.

Numb,
Surrounded...
Covered, immersed, drowning.
Spasm after spasm of piercing numbness.
It prays.
It prays for life.
Prays to be able to feel again.
Prays for the numbness to go away.
For the rot to be slain.
But the corruption is too deep.
For now and forever it will be...
A rotting branch.