November 13, 2010

Day 313 - Used to Be

You cut me here, there and everywhere
Draining me of my life color
I used to have designs of my own
But now I am marked by your violence

I weep in my forest, so lonely
As I dream of monsters cutting me still
But what hurt the very most was you,
You cut me here, there and everywhere

I used to bleed, when I still had blood
To sacrifice to your vendetta of pain
But now you take even more
Draining me of my life color

I used to sing a thousand songs
As the wind rustled through my leaves
Creating a new miracle each and every season
I used to have designs of my own

I once had a lover in a young girl
Who every day held me in a adoring embrace
I used to be marked by her love
But now I am marked by your violence

3 comments:

  1. Jackie, Eric. WOW. so moving. I hope to make your day by adding another comment. This poem is also very touching. I love it. And the tree in the picture looks so cool. Did it grow like that? or actually get cut into? Love you both <3

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  2. You know, I don't know. I'm pretty sure it didn't grow like that, and it looks like it's been there for a while, but I've definitely never noticed it until today.

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