I look around. All I see is bushes and grasses.
I cry. But nobody hears my silent sobs.
Loneliness is a punishment if it is thrust on you. And I am alone though I didn’t ask for. I feel cursed.
After all, I have been helpless. I could not do anything when my family and loved ones were slaughtered. Yes, they were killed mercilessly. Their body was ripped apart. They cried out of pain. But, I only stood there, watching them suffer.
What else can I do? I am just a tree…
And I am patiently waiting for my turn…
As a part of Friday Fictions