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Aug 2015
I. The Tree

In broken limbs I built a nest
And burrowed right into its chest

Oh am I a bird
Or a parasite?

I ate its heart I watched it die
And begin to rot from the inside

Our children fell asleep and I
Spent another sleepless night

Learning once more how to breathe
The poison that is escaping me


II. The Bird

Useless ***** that pumps my blood
Gone now but what could I have done

Oh am I a tree
Or a hollow shell?

My roots went too deep so I fell
Breaking through the ceiling of hell

Our children fell asleep and I
Am left to finally realize

Most of me is underneath
The soil or scraped by tiny teeth
Zita Nonie Hasenkamp
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Zita Nonie Hasenkamp  18/Non-binary/Arizona, US
(18/Non-binary/Arizona, US)   
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   Cecil Miller
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