The Tree

A single tree stood
In the yard, of the house
I grew up in
Guarding us from
The evils of the world
Outside the house was safe
But the evil had already penetrated

Green and shady
In the summer

Dead and lonely
In the winter

The leafless branches
Would cast shadows,
Silhouettes of skeletons
Reaching out for my soul
But always standing tall
Twenty-four years I trusted
The tree to be there
Watching me grow
When the wind would blow
The tree would lean in
To whisper that everything
Would soon be over

Mom and Dad would yell
Curse each other and fight
I always knew
The tree was there
To rescue me from the night

I’ll always remember
Moms’ body lying lifeless
On the kitchen floor
I’ll never forget seeing my dad-

Hanging
from
The tree


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Posted September 15, 2017 by Administrator in category "Poetry