There is a tree near here.
A tree with branches that snap from the weight of memory,
And who's bark peals from what might come.
Nobody knows it but me.
There is a tree near here.
A tree who's leaves wither in the cold of a nightmare,
And who's wood rots in the heat of war.
Nobody knows it but me.
There is a tree near here.
A tree who's roots sink from the strength of a few words,
And who's trunk bends from the winds of time.
Nobody knows it but me.
There is a tree near here.
A tree who's heart has dried from the hate that surrounds it,
And who's soul has drowned in a few drops of powerful longing.
Nobody knows it but me.
I am the tree.

Dark. I really liked it.

i thoguht these were a little long.
A tree who's heart has dried from the hate that surrounds it,
And who's soul has drownded in a few drops of powerful longing.

plus you misspelled drowned.