p o e t r y

suicidal trees
 

I'm
afraid of you,
afraid
of hearing your voice
after you have left me,
afraid of thoughts
of how you're living
on without me

I'm
hiding in the dark
with candles
and the music to
which you liked
so much to dance to,
I'm dismayed
facing memories
of our better times
contaminating
my possible future,
afraid of
suicidal tendences
scaring my wounded soul
to hell

I'm afraid
of trees
falling down
when the birds
have left
for winter