The Murder of a Tree (A Pantoum)

It was an accident, somber Autumn day, invisible tortured cries,
My five year old fingers had no way of knowing.
Sweet peeling of your wrinkled flesh, so hard and darkened with time and wisdom.
I just wanted to know who you were inside.

My five year old fingers had no way of knowing.
Hours of intimacy, me and you, removing your mask to see underneath, naked and pale.
I just wanted to know who you were inside.
Curious eyes fixed on your flesh, so pliable, underneath the smoothness of your soul so clean.

Hours of intimacy, me and you, removing your mask to see underneath, naked and pale.
Daddy came home. Daddy saw. Daddy shook. Daddy Screamed.
Curious eyes fixed on your flesh, so pliable, underneath the smoothness of your soul so clean.
The cracking sound of my soul opening to hear your voice, shrill and afraid, salt on my cheek.

Daddy came home. Daddy saw. Daddy shook. Daddy Screamed.
Agony driven tornados spinning around me penetrating my small frame, I only hear your pain.
The cracking sound of my soul opening up to hear your voice, shrill and afraid, salt on my cheek.
Tremors of terror shaking the clouds, my world spinning until Silence. The sun sets. Darkness.

Agony driven tornados spinning around me penetrating my small frame, I only hear your pain.
Decades of screams filling my dreams, the shedding of your leaves, rotting in the soil.
Tremors of terror shaking the clouds, my world spinning until Silence. The sun sets. Darkness.
All that remains is a shell, dark skeleton figure, a phantom of fear to the young who pass by.

Decades of screams filling my dreams, the shedding of your leaves, rotting in the soil.
It was an accident, somber Autumn day, invisible tortured cries.
All that remains is a shell, dark skeleton figure, a phantom of fear to the young who pass by.
Sweet peeling of your wrinkled flesh, so hard and darkened with time and wisdom.

My five year old fingers had no way of knowing.
I just wanted to know who you were inside.

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About tanyas13sonnets

poet and dreamer
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