Thursday, February 19, 2009

Apple Tree

Apple tree of December
growing strongly with tender
those days I can still remember
voiceless pain and endless suffer

Silver bullet that disguised as seed
shamefully hidden below the skin of greed
wipe those tears and falsely claim it as deed
innocent breaths and dark sorrow are what you need

What lies under the beautiful ground
are the limbs that have never been found
What continuously nourishes this soulful tree
are the infinite bloods that put a shame on the sea

This, is too raw for the tree to grow backwards


1 comment:

Anonymous said...

great poem!! glad dat i can understand it!! >< finally.. so proud of myself!