Poisonous Words

Poisonous Words

A Poem by Christina

My water was poisoned with words
When I was just a sapling,
And for lack of a better choice
My roots soaked them all up,
Life and Death spread throughout me,
Every limb, every vein,
Every thought in my mind
Battlegrounds of a fight for dominance.

Children have hung tires
From my branches,
Robins eggs have hatched
In my notches,
My leaves have been
Sprightly and abundant
Under the sunlight,
But Death is skillful
And Life has become weary.

My branches
That once held children
Now crack in the gentlest breeze,
My leaves
That were once so vibrant
Now lie shriveled at my feet,
The only life inside me
Are the termites in my head,
Sink your fingers
Into my soft skin
And feel from my insides,
These poison words,
They grab my shoulders
And push me down,
Drowning me in the earth
From where I was born.

© 2015 Christina

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The imagery in this was woven perfectly! You are skilled dear poet!

Posted 7 Years Ago

Life from a tree's point of view, how clever! Every now and then, I'll come upon something and think, "man, I wish I would've thought of that". This is definitely one of those somethings!

Posted 7 Years Ago

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Added on October 20, 2015
Last Updated on October 20, 2015
Tags: dark, nature, death



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A Story by Christina