the tree

words, words, trapped words, tiny
words from an infant mind
stunted in the overgrowth of a heart
grown large before it's time,
expanding beyond walls: could not contain it.
roots wrapping tightly round the dreams and aspirations,
starving out the dreamer,
branches, thick and mangled
shading thoughts, obscured directions, lost the seeker.
peering through the twisted burl,
only moving thing remaining,
beating heart, seething core,
from which all emotions pour:
hate and love are passions equal,
being fed by bated breath, deception gradual
soaking in just like the rain.
nourishment withholding,
selfish wolf sleeps in the shade
til the leaves reveal his doing,
curling, fading, falling, wither
like the rest do in the winter,
but it's prime time in the sun.
shadows start receding,
fall the branches, rot the anchors,
but still within the knotted hole
the pulse is beating on,
and the thoughts are reemerging,
voices silent being heard,
and the trunk crumbles to fall, become the earth.
now death must find, to stop the aching,
throbbing heart - steps in the waking
mind.
struggling, not painless,
wrapping tightly, holding, strangling,
dies
the writhing, breathing hatred - trapped inside,
love too must die.
sorrows seeping,
now released,
from the hollow now escaping
dreamer,
seeker,
now the wind its voice must find.