Late Night Poems

Untitled Part 6

I do not know what to do!

The apple up in the tree is way out of my reach.

Its truck is big and wrough,

but when I try to climb, I slide down like its made of slime.

There is a feeling within me, instructing I take the apple.

At the time, the tree doesn't seem to want to permite me to.

As it swerves in the sky, like a raft dancing to the tunes of the tides.

What an amazement!

I do not want to give up, even though I'm covered in cuts and bruzes.

That apples seems to be mine.

I just need to find a way to get it.

Because despite the fact that I am hungry,

There is something about this apple that may hunt me till the day I die,

If I let this go.