Poem: Our Heart Tree

[sherlockian_syn]

We existed in a place
that sought to destroy us.
In this deep, writhing
forest, nightmares around
every corner.

The only way to survive:
hold on to each other.
Never look back.

Grasping at victory,
wallowing in defeat.
We were still alive,
but we were all so weak.
Collapsing at this tree,
the monsters retreating,
we built a home.

Our place of rest
began to decay.
We were blind to it.

The memories began falling
into our laps. Frozen images,
words, blood, tears,
everything.
Our heart tree shriveled.
A quiet death.

Just mumbles and
groans as the rotting
fruit of our yesterdays
sunk into the soil.

I am the only one
digging up the past.

Comments

[nagi_schwarz]

Your poetry is amazing. For reals. I love the extended metaphor and the very concrete imagery. Well done.

[sherlockian_syn]

Thank you so much for saying so. I think you'll notice a lot of the metaphors tied in to the other poems as well, as I continue posting them. :)