Thursday, 19 June 2014


My tree reached up, it's branches rose
Leaves twisted 'til they found the light
And yet at first I did suppose
Your eyes were filled with deadly night

I wonder now, as time has past
Has instinct dulled to dust
Leaves are slowly twisting back
Green fading now to rust

Petals fall towards the ground
More as each day sails past
Nothing but dead earth is found
Soul decayed unto the last

From smallest speck that I have left
Can I reach beyond the grave
I fear that I'm beyond bereft
Traveled too far to forgave


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