Sour Cherries // Poetry // Compilation #5

Falling in a forest

Branch after branch.

I climbed and climbed.

Reached and grabbed, hauled and

begged.

For the wind to take me

higher, higher.

For life to take me

higher, higher.

Breath after breath.

Wasted and wasting

away, turned by leaves to

life.

My last branch is there.

I take it, pull.

I make it.

Atop the top.

I have no happy

thoughts. They left

me.

Atop the tree, the ground

looks inviting. I

can make it.

Shaking hands shake.

My fingers tremble.

What happens if I

survive?

What happens if I don't

die?

What happens then?

Lies, I'll lie.

I always lie.

A white lie to cover

black

thoughts inside my mind.

My branch always breaks...

Go let go

Begin my descent

To end all that they

sent

A messenger I'll become

To tell them they failed

I failed I failed I failed

I'm sorry mum.