All alone or with other souls
No one knows really where to go
Beneath the Elm, the Oak; the tree
Is where my lone soul longs to be
With wind in face, and fear in bone
I long to be somewhere not home
My lonely soul will wander free
But, alas, I rest beneath the tree
Dedications - memories - love
Is something that I dream not of
Forgotten souls recalled to be
Somewhere where they'll never be free
Rubber tires swing like the dead
And then I realize it's all in my head
The Elm, the Oak; the peaceful tree
Burned down to ashes just like me
Watching them as they go by
Although I want, I dare not cry
Beneath the solemn, broken tree
Is where I'll never be
Nov 27, 2012
Nov 27, 2012 at 9:09 PM UTC
All alone or with other souls
No one knows really where to go
Beneath the Elm, the Oak; the tree
Is where my lone soul longs to be
With wind in face, and fear in bone
I long to be somewhere not home
My lonely soul will wander free
But, alas, I rest beneath the tree
Dedications - memories - love
Is something that I dream not of
Forgotten souls recalled to be
Somewhere where they'll never be free
Rubber tires swing like the dead
And then I realize it's all in my head
The Elm, the Oak; the peaceful tree
Burned down to ashes just like me
Watching them as they go by
Although I want, I dare not cry
Beneath the solemn, broken tree
Is where I'll never be
© 2012 Jene'e Patitucci
Poem written in 2004, typos edited, ugh, sorry
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