Teufel Baum
I knew it was therein your eye I could see it.
The growing distance
you planted long ago.
In pain was it seeded,
and agony holds it firm.
With fury it bears fruit,
and with scorn it holds you.
This, your tree, of comfort and refuge,
you planted long ago.
Yet still you nourish it with your thoughts,
and taller and mightier it grows.
When with me you forgot that tree,
and instead, your thoughts were mine.
But deep within, the fear would win,
and to your tree of scorn, you would bind.
With every miss step and mistake I'd make,
the roots of your tree would grow.
The leaves of your tree would hide your light,
and shade the shine in your eyes to null.
Days to months and months to seasons,
as time wore on, so did the reasons,
to step away and out of my heart,
as you and I both fell apart.
Blurred are my eyes and heavy the heart,
your fears had poisoned us from the start.
For behind every corner is a devil in part,
because to seek him you'll find his tree in your heart.
Fear is a sickness that leads to an end,
where the only ones that win have to play pretend.
Fear is the father of failure and fault,
watered by drops that are heavy with salt.
I tell myself that I don't care,
but I can't stand that you're not here.
I can't stand back and observe myself,
or detach from the pain or cry for help.
Alone I travel the way I must go,
burning the memories and thoughts that I know.
Rough is the road and slow is the go,
your name is to be forgotten, another someone I don't know.
Poetry by Bonehead83
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Written on 2025-08-22 at 23:16
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