The Fallen Tree

Reclining in a fallen tree

 

Talking of the past;

Fading memories

 

Pulling out chunks of softness.

I dig my nails into its side,

A fading love;

The ebbing tide.

 

This tree is

Pleasantly

Rotting away

 

Isn't it funny?

 

Us two,

Are rotting

Quite similarly.

 

Forget

Forget

Forget all of me.

 

Never to return to

Our fallen tree.

 

Reviews

[Miles W.]

Very interesting poem Anne. Defiantly shows the power of how someone might feel and you make an analogy that is interesting to read. A good poem.