The Lonely Bush on the Highway

Clinging to the cracked cement divider

It's dry branches blowing in the breeze

Scared at the sight of strange monsters racing by

There's nothing around at all with similar attributes

Just miles of rubble & road in range

Drowning in disposed trash and debris

No chance of changing circumstances

With not a single passerby passing opinions on it

Haunted by hours upon hours of harshness

Forsaken and forgotten by the forces of nature

A predetermined destiny to die

Sickened and shivering waiting for a resolution