Dead Oak

by Maia Roderick
(Ct Age 12)

I was great but no longer am.

I’m invisible.

Popular, hero, but now I’m dead, nothing.
I do not add to the beauty that surrounds me, I
only take away but do not gain.

Your eyes were my present the way they would light up when you saw me.

Now the condescending look you give me is like a dagger going through my empty heart.