The Roots

Trembling through the silicone vignette of your vision,

the roots remain breathless to offer retribution,

But you're here, I know you are

It's the Roots,

up in Wisconsin, and the one I left behind

What happened?

I saw a skewed branch on a frail tree,

when I stumbled, it could not breathe

To my profound surprise,

the fear i felt was mine