Category: Other Poems
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Death of an Idol
You were just like a treeA sequoia, strong and tallI looked up to you,So tall I couldn’t see where you endedAnd the sky began I always felt weak beside youLike a mushroom growing in your shadeSitting on your rootsBenefiting from your strength When you said,“It’s sunny,”I trusted you,Even though there was shade all around meAnd…