curbdrop out of grace

rotting trees

the forest,
the place where all who came, lost their name,
the splintered,
branches crossing paths, not marked on maps,
a secret,
no marker bears his name, a self made grave.

a sliver,
of light creeps through the leaves, of rotting trees,
a whisper,
the breath of stale air flight, rope wound up tight,
the weaker,
breaks from his heartache, unforgiving weight.

unspoken,
forgotten,
this lonely place his home,
his broken,
his rotten,
body rests alone.

in the end his heart could not bare his pain,
as he swayed he was no longer afraid,
his burden only added to the weight,
but it was not enough,
for the branch to break.

the forest,
his memory the blame, won't rub away,
the splintered,
feelings crossing paths, of teary laughs,
a secret,
no longer see the same, the gift he gave.

unspoken,
forgotten,
this lonely place his home,
his broken,
his rotten,
body rests alone.

in the end his heart could not bare his pain,
as he swayed he was no longer afraid,
his burden only added to the weight,
but it was not enough,
for the branch to break.

posted by fillshe @ 5:45 PM