Date: 06.12.2007
Time: 12:08 p.m.
Those branches die painfully every year
Or are cut mercilessly by metal hands
Who is to say which is better?
There is pain on both occasions
Beautiful, glorious pain that sends a shiver of delight
Felt throughout those branches
Just before severance
And the silent numbness.
That necrosis sets in from within
Stemming from the desire to enjoy death
As much of it as life may allow
From decayed tendrils of thought and hope
The longing stays even after
The diseased limb is severed
For a moment nothing is felt
And then pain floods the senses.
Depletion of the soul continues
Frayed and slashed, the canvas forgets
The image it was to paint before the world
A heavy branch falls with a heavy thud
Taking with it living memories of old springtime
When it bore green leaves instead of dead mildew
And a trembling ant crept up to its very top
Wait, and watch how its world has stopped.
End: 12:20 p.m.
4 comments:
painfully true...you should let everyone else read it too, you know....
For a moment nothing is felt
And then pain floods the senses.
Strangely these lines make more sense.
decay is the fate of one and all...
yet, it cannot affect the memories that one leaves behind...
wonderful :)
Those branches die painfully every year
Or are cut mercilessly by metal hands
Who is to say which is better?
truth.... loved the whole metaphor... beautifully depicted...
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