two ficus trees…
fighting… a full-bore fracas…
one malled the other
______________________
After reading Jeff Kyser's
masterpiece, 'Mall Tree,' I
was singularly inspired...
evening falls
darkness calls
every whisper
emotions malled
love stops
hearts clot
every move
stalled
emptyness sets in
seems theres nowhere to begin
here is to me all there is
sitting in a dizz
wanting to throw a tizz
hurt and pain
nothing there to regain
nothing here left to win
my hatred my sin
I lost it long ago
Didn't want it back
Neither did I want to
Hunt it down
I've been hurt too many
Times before
Trusted too many people
Bee thrust around
Malled in the dirt
Kicked and be cast out
I don't know what to
Do at this point
I keep hearing a
Small still voice
Crying in my soul
Screamin forgive, forgive
They know not what they do
But I shoot it down with pills
Drentched myself with strong drink
But the next morning
I hear it's echoes
Forgive, forgive
For the didn't know
What they were doing
Oh my aching heart
could not take it
So I forgave
One lonely night
And my soul felt like heaven
The absent of forgivenss
It is not grand
So I slowwly brought it back
But now... I must watch my step
Looking for the formal definition, structure, and history of this poetry form? Visit the Poetry Dictionary entry below. Then return to explore how PoetrySoup members bring the form to life through their own poems.