Blackened bark in a disparate forest
Where the hearts of the unrequited hang like fruit
Tied by a noose that could not forget
Ropes of memories created this cemetery
Fairly but far
Screams in the distance
As blood fed the soil below
No monsters here
No fear
Only the disdain and mistreat
Our own demons
The heart, the place of most deceit
If you were to walk through
The shroud of age
Would surely trap you
Caged.
To run away from a youth
Better forgotten
But there is no choice
This soil asks for you
You can hear its voice
A gentle weep that creeps behind
A telltale sign of the time
How sublime, mother nature awaits the return
In life, a breath so deep
In death a silence, we sleep
Our hearts have always belonged here
Mother earth will always be waiting
The home we left
The theft, to steal peeks above our depth
We collected for her, all these stories to reminisce
A fairy tale before the goodnight kiss
A time we will soon forget to miss
When this soil erodes
It will be buried in the sands of time.
Categories: poetry
The Sad Owl
I'm just here. Until I'm not.
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