Apple Tree.

i cast my heart

beneath the apple tree

where the crows loom and groan

picking whats left of me

my flesh is bruised and my pride is burnt

im rotting now 

so scared and hurt

Forgive me, Mr. Apple Tree 

for ever being so rude

my life is unjust and my means so crude

do accept this apology.

Bury my heart, beneath your apple tree.

and in the following spring

let me grow near you, into your warmth

i'll spread my new roots and try..

try..

to bloom into a

very, very fresh and

obscure

Apple Tree.

Reviews

[Tony]

The title grabbed me-- had to read.
Captivating atmosphere here!-- very stark.
The symbolism is great.
Recovery is hard at first-- but if we bury our self in it. It can lead to the "spring".

[An owl on the moon]

This is so beautifully profound.. the metaphor works like a magic. There is the darkness.. the pain.. the lifelessness waiting for spring.. Wondrous write..

[Aven]

Evocative poem, full of symbolic easter eggs. Loved it, can't believe I am the first to review. :)