POE-et

If I were ever fit to be the world's hypnotic sense of me
I'd look as if I were a tree, desolate and lifeless
My arms would reach up to the stars, stars so brightly shining
No leaves to hide my weeping scars, stars above brightly shining
    Beneath the clouds I'd sigh
I'd sway despite the jagged mars, so deep that my skin doth part
Above me in the atmosphere, swirling souls do frighten me
With no choice but to be there, there alone and crying endless tears
My soul'd be withered and full of fear, crying, crying endless tears
    Heard through the wind, my sighs
I'd take my bruises without blame, in the darkness so ashamed
By some haunting breath I could never name
All the years and all the pain, pain of which inside me would remain
My weakened soul still be the aim, of which inside me would remain
    Beneath the ground, I'd sigh
I'd cry and cry and I would plea, could not make sense of my degree
My moans and creaks heard down into the abyss
All the damned ones listening would agree, agree without eyes to see
They could hear my moans and cries, but without eyes they could not see
    The reasons for my sighs
There'd be no warmth pumped into my heart, nowhere for the veins to start
I'd remain this somber state of mind
For all else I would grow apart, apart and swaying in the mist afar
My branches reaching for the mist, just swaying in the midst afar
    Alone I'd sit. . . alone I'd sigh
Someday later I'd reappear, as a new growth tender but quite mere
A spark of life envelop my heart, pushing warmth
I'd begin again into the clear, but encircling ghosts would still draw near
Just a minute without pain, but encircling ghosts still always near
    And then again I'd sigh
I'd sit and ponder till I was free, barely able to fathom this form of me
Hoping to begin again without thorns to which my core'd be framed
And then there would have came the pain, only to smother my life again
My precious life in darkness acheived, only to be smothered again
    Until that moment, waiting, sighing. . .
 
By Shaina Lazarus