Who am I

Who am I?

i’m like a dead fig tree
in loneliness, I breathe and sleep
the sun no longer shines his rays upon me
he hides from my guilt and shame
the rain no longer falls for me
she hides beneath the heavens
afraid of all my misdeeds
the soil beneath me lays dry
begging for at least a tear drop
my branches lay fragile and helpless
but no one comes to cater for me
my leaves lay barren,
alone, without a hint of color
the wind no longer waves to me
but stops and slowly pass me by
the birds no longer sing to me
they curse me and quickly flee from me
i’m all alone with no one talk to but the mold growing on me
his breath is of death so I told him, leave me be
and await I shall till the day when I’ll be chopped off
and fed to the hungry mouth of burning flames