Hanging from a Blood Soaked Tree

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

 

Once upon a pain filled day,

Under a tree I do lay.

Dreamt my life without this numb,

Slept my days till dusk come.

 

I felt water not that of rain,

Open eyes, a man in pain.

His feet bound with arms stretched wide,

No life I see; a man who died.

 

Arose a voice from the blood soaked tree,

Quoth a line, "I did this for you, remember me."

 

I know not what he meant,

Curiosity grows;

With every moment spent,

I repose.

 

I linger on in life time,

Not knowing what had been said.

Arose a voice sounding chime,

Echoing through my head.

 

"I did this for you."

With eyes of blue-

He wept.

 

He lifts his head with crown of spikes,

He calls to me my name.

In my hand be pikes,

I can't help but bear shame.

 

Words arose from his lips,

As his blood still drips.

His voice so dear,

So pure, so clear;

Spoken once more-

 

"I did this for you."

With eyes of blue-

He wept.

 

Arose a light, blinding than the sun,

Amidst the light, a man not two but one.

"Fear not." He said,

"Behold I'm not dead.

My blood is pure,

I am your cure.

I did this for you."

With eyes of blue-

He wept.

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.