A singular tree, its oak long ago tainted;
coated with the shrapnel’s of war
Indented tattoos of young love; so sure
now a lost couple with different surnames;
Yet the tree stood the test of time;
and it passed with abysmal grades
Still… a pass is a pass; so proud it bloomed
only to have it's parade rained upon
by detracting bystanders;
Snickering at the very sight of a smile
for a smile is a form of alienation
as this crowd contains the lovers of gloom;
Shadowed eyes with artificial hair;
Coloured ashen, others supported matte black;
Standing as outsiders to the daily matinee of life.
As I walked through the valley of death
shoulders hunched and my back bent
crawling; ever so quite; I hardly breathed;
to make sure I didn’t attract any attention
For these vultures wait to swoop down
and feed upon the very essence of mine.
Claiming their words as facts
the facets of these people; each so different.
One side was mock support
whilst the other conjured plans of my downfall;
And the left hand held a dagger
whilst the right was crooked
forming what was once an embrace.
Sipping upon my own blood; marveled
by it’s deep scarlet hue, I thought blood was crimson;
Maybe the hemoglobin carried polluted oxygen;
Which caused a chemical reaction
with the wine that coloured my flawed pigmentation;
Dripping ever so slowly off my chin, as my beard
was coated by an alcoholic’s whim;
I was once a man…so full of life and so sure;
now an ailing shell,
And my soul died as it couldn’t find its cure.
Welcome to Heartbreak.