Pine Tree

You planted that pine tree
Evergreen like the love for your sons
It did not last. Uprooted. Ripped apart. 
Cut in half. Told to leave.
Like a loss of limbs you tore out the leaves.
The needles. Needless. Fruitless.
A symbol of your love
You damaged more than wood.
A reminder of what had been lost
The sap ran fast like blood.
The torn bark. Deafening. Silent.
Lifeless firs. Drowned by rain. By tears.
A picture painted violent.
Sap and blood to colour life’s canvas
The firs and feelings used as brushes.
A masterpiece in failure
Left unsigned. Left in pieces. Ruined.
Departed blood. An empty space where your tree once stood.
Copyright © | Year Posted 2018

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