Poem For The Wanting Tree

Another that I have a hard-copy for.

There's a difference in the way you talk to me

 

All the world can't hope to see

 

And I stand beside the Wanting Tree

 

Waiting

 

Waiting

 

He licks his lips to devour me

 

But waits until I cannot see

 

Blinded by what can never be

 

He's waiting

 

Waiting

 

Drawing in the lonely dead

 

No zest for life on which they tread

 

Bringing to life what they most dread

 

He is wanting

 

Waiting

 

All the souls of those not yet gone

 

Fleeting whims on a rotting throng

 

Soon

 

So soon

 

We will all be long

 

Forgotten

 

Waiting

 

Waiting...

Reviews

[LanaBell]

wait...i forgot....=3 i like it