Saturday, April 7, 2012

Poet Tree

This piece was created with thought towards the numerous great artists throughout history that have struggled and fought against internal demons. Various ones that come to mind for me personally are Kurt Cobain (Nirvana), Layne Staley (Alice in Chains), Whitney Houston, Heath Ledger, Edgar Allen Poe, Eminem and others that I can't remember right now. They obviously aren't the only ones that have gone through hard times and they haven't all committed suicide. But this poem is a dedication to them as well as reflection of my own mind during dark times.

Oh em gee
There’s Poet Tree
Where all the artists hang
Like you and me
Poets and musicians swaying
No longer do they write or sing
They wove their own rope
Out of sensitive heart strings
Substance abuse, shotgun skull
Sad and lonely and fearful
Inability to cope
Against the riptide’s deadly pull
Now I can see
Here’s Poet Tree
With a new coil fashioned
Especially for me
We’re never twenty-eight
Consumed by things that frustrate
Unable to see past the present
Skeletons and blind hate
Tragedy and trouble
Disappointment, a popped bubble
In tune to issues of life
Buried beneath rubble
I broke branches with my knees
Ascending the trunk of Poet Tree
Hands that once wrote words
Tightened the rope around me
We’re forever twenty-seven
Free spirits locked out of Heaven
Until that day peace prevails
Minds and gates finally open
I used to be sixteen
Somewhere I lost me
Inside a vat of restlessness
And an apathy to be
So crouching in the leaves
I leapt from Poet Tree
Hope for tomorrow sprung
Into the air alongside me

1 comment:

  1. Very thoughtful and thought-provoking. I liked it, Josh.