⚠️Trigger Warning for implied suicide⚠️
There is a tree behind the school, a watcher, a lurker. It is a new tree, transferred from its forest, its home, to add to the learning atmosphere. Everyday someone would sit under the tree. Some days there was a quiet girl, or a sporty guy, or even someone who just was not sure who they were yet. The tree was there for those who were lost and confused. Autumn was arriving soon and its leaves were falling. Twigs fell, got taken, got thrown, got lost. The leaves are blown away by a leaf blower, and finally, winter is here. The swaying branches of the tree are strong enough to sit on, strong enough to hold a person; maybe two or three people. A boy, who everyone thought was going pro, who everyone thought was a star, climbs the tree and sits. Days pass. The quiet girl wanted to prove that she was independent, but she was trapped. Her life was so easy and privileged. Everything was laid out for her, but it was suffocating. She climbs the tree and sits. Days pass. The person, still lost, continues to sit at the bottom of the tree, everyday during lunch. Alone. They walk up to the tree and take out their keys. They slice away the bark in the shape of a heart. Inside are initials, theirs and someone whose name starts with "D." Today is the last day they sit at the bottom of the tree. They spend their last moments writing a haiku.
Oh, sweet tree of death/Let your sap drown me slowly/Death, my love, take me.
They climb the tree and sit.
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Hope in the Dark
PoetryA collection of poems about experiences and thoughts I've had in the few years I've been alive. Some are recent pieces, others are from middle school. This collection is somewhat in order, and I leave in the older ones in to show other young writers...
