The Tree.

The Tree.

A Poem by Jennifer Ellen

The tears came down at just before morning light,
As the blood came out just before midnight.
This is my time-,
Time to say goodbye.
To all the things I once loved,
But yet it seems like its not enough.
So tonight i shall lay my head down to rest.
As i take my last breath.
I say goodbye,
To all the things i am leaving,
The night time sky,
And the early morning sun,
This is the last time i shall see them from the earth i used to love.
For this earth is nothing-
Nothing without you.
For after this last drop,
This last breath,
I shall see them from a new perspective,
I will see them for what they are.
My home.
For that’s where my ghost will roam.

The last tear drops as the sun rises,
The last drop of blood falls,
And I take my last breath as the roaster crows.
I was the one who found you that morning,
So pale,
So lifeless,
For every time I close my eyes,
I see your body,
Laying under the tree we once sat,
The place were you gave me my first kiss,
The happy memories now doused with pain,
For when I see that tree,
And look toward the branches,
I think of your arms-
Your embrace.
When I see the morning dew,
I think of the tears I helped wipe away,
But for when I see your grave,
I see what I couldn't have stopped.
So I place that single black rose,
lightly upon your grave,
I collapsed to my knees,
Knowing that if I had listened,
You would still be alive.
And now,
I just watch the dew form on the grass,
As the sun comes up,
My tear falls,
All i can do now is sit,
And listen.
You once told me.
If you were ever gone from me,
To just listen to the wind.
So i closed my eyes,
And listened close,
But heard nothing.
The tears formed again.
As i got up to walk away,
The lightest breeze hit my face,
And i heard you-
Your voice,
Whispering,
"I love you my baby.",
I collapsed to my knees,
And laid down my head,
As i took the razor out,
I joined your ghost,
As we walked home.
And onto,
Forever.

© 2010 Jennifer Ellen


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without the person you really like the most...without whom you can't survive...is the one you are made for...nicely written poem..tc:)

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Jennifer Ellen
Jennifer Ellen

Skokie, IL



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I am a beautifully broken poet. I wonder why the world has so much hate in it. I hear my heart beat loud as I look at what’s to come in my life. I see the words from my heart flow out and ont.. more..

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