Disregard Me, Please

I lay upon the ground
on my knees and destitute,
pleading with my eyes
before your throne.
'Tis a clash of wills,
as I stare into your cold jaded eyes.

You always look so bored,
so uninterested lately,
and despite how it my seem,
I kind of don't care.
I knew the woods were my only friend.

There's something about the silence,
the silence behind the noise,
that puts my mind at ease.
I guess I know the trees won't judge me.
No, they'll be the ones to take me.

Don't be sad,
though I doubt you will,
and make no mistake,
this isn't self pity.
I've already embraced it.

Where do I go,
when my whole world's gone?
Loneliness is my true friend.
When even the trees,
who were once my back,
shun me, I'll walk,
walk to my grave and wait.

poem by Soren Valentine
Submitted by Poetry Lover
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