That Night: I Tried To Explain
Momma always compares me to the trees
She says... I'm tall, thin, and free spirited in the wind
But now I lay before you as a TREMBLING TREE!
Attacked by the axe of ambulance, due to my
decomposing disease. Ligaments languish as fragmented
foilage and organs become tainted tangerines!
As my conscious collides with the wind... Ivy of my illness
binds my tethered trunk, spiders of suicide descend down branches!
Crawling beyond broken bark... cracking my vitiated vision!
As the sun sank into our garden of healthy hilarity.
My withered wood fades into a cloud come with no stellar stars or stealthy skies.
After all these years... where are my pastures of prayer?
Where is my happy ending?!?
I await for the decorum... as the darkness devours me!
Copyright © Hannah Gold | Year Posted 2016
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