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sabrine Feb 2014
The forest of skeletons
Where each one was naked
And each branch of bone
Had a color dark and faded

Where life was once existent
Is now a flame that doesn't burn
But the desire still exists
For that life to return

What's left is a large perimeter
Of skeletons hanging low
In every visible place
The skeletons refused to grow

But as time passed
A light shined through
The skeletons were no longer naked
As their skin grew

The skin was green
And bright and vivid
Stimulating colors
The light gifted

Flowers grew
On every skeleton in every corner
On top of the forest
Where the climate was warmer

The forest of skeletons
Where each one was thriving
Was now a forest of life
With spring arriving
this poem came to my mind when i was on the highway and i saw a whole forest of empty trees and also i can't wait for spring
Shae Sun James Apr 2011
the backyard is home to a field of flowers
amidst the roots the family dog discovers skeletons
the petals stick to themselves; the weeds spread
it's found that the flower-bed holds its secrets
with curiosity and wandering eyes comes a child
in innocence, he opens his arms only to receive pain

he drops to the earth, writhing in pain
his light form crushing the weeds and flowers
the dog barks at the screaming child
and tries to release him from the skeletons
the strength of their grasp is that of their secrets
you see the effects spread

across the child's skin they spread
his face warping under the pain
opening his mouth, he began releasing his secrets
telling only the ears of the crushed flowers
and the arms around him, those of the skeletons
look at the helpless child

the bones are engulfing the child
grabbing and pulling, faster they spread
the boy becomes one with the skeletons
he becomes one with his pain
his body sinks further down into the flowers
and the flowers promise to keep his secrets

the weeds overheard his secrets
the boy looks less and less of a child
as he settles in with the flowers
making room for him, the flowers spread
the suffering subsides, decreasing pain
he's almost as the skeletons

his body unites with the skeletons
the ***** age keeps his secrets
no longer is there pain
no longer is there a child
into the ground, his limbs spread
into the roots of the flowers

the pain no longer is in the child
because the skeletons stole his secrets
his bones spread among the flowers
© SSJ 2011.