Rotten Fruit Poem by Amber Piercy

Rotten Fruit

Prompt: Dear God, She's Not Ready To Go!

The taste of bitterness fills my soul
As I stand by this apple tree
If breaking me was your goal
Well then, you definitely made me see

I stare at the gnarled limbs
Lost deep in thought
The world slowly dims
The ground begins to rot

You definitely carved your mark
Upon this rough wood
Igniting a deep spark
As best as you could

I fall to my knees
On this soft murky ground
Deep amongst the trees
My soul, lays tortured and bound

I look up at the withered fruit
As they witness my agony
Like an old twisted root
That's festering inside me

I scream out to the soul-less sky
Because the pain is buried deep
I beg to God as I cry
Please don't put her to sleep

A.D. Small
January 25,2024