There’s a tree outside my window, dead and grey
Stands neath a dark sky, leaves dried, trunks freyed
What storm withered its life? Ive always wondered?
Was it the mockery it faced from the greener side? put asunder
The Sun shines brightly yet the sky is dark
Water flows unbound in the river, yet the ground is covered in snow
What brought out his eternal winter? stuck in an infinite loop……
Was it deception, betrayal or just plain death of hope?
Perhaps nobody would ever know.
There is now a road leading from the riverside
The tree, all lonely, stands at its end
Where once a garden bloomed in red flowers
Now, only a lonely yellow rose silently cowers
Theres thorns on the path, this tree walked
Dead birds on the ground, No lullabies
A lonely raven circles over the tree as in the wind it sways
My sanctity, devoid of peace….how long have I been away?
Nothing unknown….
Wheres the love that once blossomed here?
Why are my feet riddled in thorns? dripping blood.
Is this a punishment or the curse of a dying mother?
Clouds gather…..the end is perhaps near, very near
The winds are now vicious,
Theres restlessness all around
The stagnant rivers overflowing ferociously
A storms brewing, the yellow rose still cowers
I looked outside the window again
This time, its calm and quiet
Look towards my doorway…….
Burnt black rose petals at their feet, pale and grey
Who are you that stands in my doorway?
Make your intentions known……..
Have you come to resurrect the tree?
Or leave it to suffer till its finally free???
My Demons……..they never let me go!
Herod’s Diary 