I saw a tree lean in the wind
Its leaves tearing, bolting ahead 
To sate the squalls that pulled at them 
I thought of you 
Of my blood careening in my head
My limbs convulsing for release
My lips struggling to appease 
The ego that would sunder me 
I saw the tree lean and lean 
I heard its leaf-tortured scream 
My insides churned with the memory 
I turned away 
I couldn’t stay 
And watch nature take my dismal tale 
Rinse it, recycle and repeat.