Word Vomit

Bitter Sweet Cycle

I wake up and lift myself off the grassy ground,

as I walk straight forward I don't even hear a sound.

The only thing in view is the sunset, a meadow and willow tree,

I take a deep breath knowing this is the place I need to be.

I have no memory of my past, my present, no vision of my future,

I think deeply, racking my head for answers until I reach the barky structure.

A life glows from within the tree, gently it starts a rhythmic tune,

I listen to the sweet and blissful hum hoping this moment doesn't end to soon.

Suddenly, a crack, a loud sound to my ears,

the leaves turn into pages and words start to appear.

They hand unknowingly, ridiculously around my presence,

the air is suddenly filled with a strong and mossy essence.

I walk around, my curiosity peaked at the highest,

I peer at each page, not even hesitating the slightest.

A page filled with swirly words, some words hard to comprehend,

but it doesn't causemy attention to drift as I pull the page down by grabbing both ends.

It speaks of the true bliss of life and the happiness of a human being,

it is filled with vibrant joy that gives off a good feeling.

The tree glowed and pumped out light strongly,

I couldn't help but feel giddy and laugh fondly.

I turn in circles to view the remaining collection of hanging papers,

they all glowed softly and the happiness of them would not waver.

I stepped against the cracking leaves that lay beneath my feet,

something in my head told me that my adventure was still incomplete.

I skipped and ran and stopped at another part of the large tree,

this part sent tingles up my spine as it looked dark and eerie.

The papers were scrunched and were brown on the edges,

the words written in thick black ink and covered in thick layers of smudges.

I inched closer and began my thorough inspection,

I'm sure that if you've seen what I've seen, then you'd have the same reaction.

A detailed story of death, sadness, anger and despair,

a feeling of tightness grew in m chest that was beyond any other to compare.

I walked slowly to the other pages with wide eyes open from shock,

it's funny how one's mood can change from good to bad, it literally left me awe-struck.

The pages suddenly shriveled away,

they turned back into leaves and crumbled to gray.

The tree's once blissful glow was no where in sight,

not a trace of light only blackness as dark as night.

Suddenly a shower of black powder fell from above my head,

I looked up to see it wasn't just powder, but the ashes of the leaves that are now dead.

The trunk shriveled and turned gray releasing dust in its wake,

at the sight of the tree now compared to before, I have a sharp intake (of breath).

I stumble away, eyes still glued to the tree,

then I notice something begins pulling me.

My ankle is held by a thick brown root,

I cry out as I am dragged down under, foot by foot.

My eyes lay closed as I am inside the good earth,

I repeat this cycle, for it is my rebirth.

I have no memory of my past, my present, no vision of my future,

it may be beautiful, it may be grotesque of that I am sure,

but it's a moment I'm willing to capture as the mother of this bitter sweet nature.

A/N: I actually wrote this when I was 10 years old o.o I'm just glad I found this in my old journal. It sparked my interest in writing poetry, though I'm not very good at it xD Well hopefully I'll get better. Thank you for reading :)