Tuesday, December 20, 2011


The dancing sunlight
crept to the forest floor
and gave me life to grow

I clung to your proud trunk
and struggled against darkness
to get to the top

My roots sank in
and nourished me
with the love within your veins

Yet your love like poison
tried in vain
to shake off my sweet words

I ignored the Lianas
already hanging on your beauty
and tried to outshine them

But your cold ways
left me no choice
but to strangle you

Now you are but an empty husk
a dead remnant for happy termites
to relish in my murder 

© Antonio Beardall

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