The Tree You See Is Made Of Me!
The tree you see is made of me.
Outstretched roots and branches old.
Summergreen and wintercold.
The tree you see is made of me.
Leaves and life are intertwined.
Veins of blood, this seeking kind.
The roots we carry, burdened trails.
The fruits we eat, sinful tales.
Guilt we leave, as death knocks door.
We leave the shame, we leave this floor.
But in the ground, the guilt grows rich.
Leaves fall heavy, shameful ditch.
And as new trees are born again
the shame and guilt are ready when
leaves of blood mournes our souls
as the newborn awakes with guilt in shoals.
The tree you see is made of me.
I lie in dirt beneath this stone.
The tree casts shadow on my moan.
The tree you see is really me.
Poetry by Daybreaker
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Written on 2006-07-31 at 01:00
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