Hanging from a Blood Soaked Tree

Hanging from a Blood Soaked Tree
By: Adam M. Snow

 

One morn as under a great tree I lay,

Misery held me in its pain-filled sway.

I dreamt of a life where I wasn't numb,

Sleepwalking my way toward the dusk to come.

 

I felt sweat drops that I thought were rain,

And opening my eyes, saw a man hung in pain.

His feet were crossed and his arms stretched wide;

I could see no life in this man. Had he died?

 

Arose a voice from the blood soaked tree,

"I died for you so that you are free."

 

I sat there stunned in my ignorant sleep,

My curiosity teased by a tree that speaks.

I lingered in repose, knowing not what was said;

Clinging to the echoing voice in my head-

 

"I did this for you."

With eyes of blue-

He wept.

 

His head was pierced with thorns claw-like,

And each hand was nailed by a rusty spike.

He calls to me by my name,

I couldn't help it but show my shame.

 

Words arose from his lips,

As his blood still drips.

His voice so dear,

So pure, so clear;

Spoken once more-

 

His voice was dear as it said to me,

"I died for you so that you are free."

 

There then rose a light, blinding as the morn;

"Fear not," he said "For I am reborn"

"Behold," he said, "My blood is made pure,

I am not dead, I am dying's cure!"

His voice drew near, and whispered he:

"I died for you so that you are free."

Reviews

[Coyote Poetry]

A poem with a strong message. There is a song you may like. Kris Kristofferson song "They killed him." The description is amazing in this poem. Allow the reader to feel the pain and see the blood in vision because of your powerful words. Complete poem was outstanding. Thank you for your excellent poetry.
Coyote

[Daytonight]

Great write. Keep on penning.

[TheElfPrincess]

Strong message within a strong poem. A very good work. Well done.