Wasting Away - Poem by Cynthia BuhainBaello
Bitter roots consumed the Tree
Warped in time by silent decay.
Cored with darkness endlessly,
Emptied matter, wasting away.
Defiant, unbending... hollow,
It stands waiting aimlessly.
For the last winter winds to blow
And to strike it down finally.
It used to be verdant and strong,
One with many hopes and dreams.
One that heard music of bird songs,
Felt warmth of Sun.. held moonbeams.
Something in time removed its Joy,
Turned its skies permanent gray.
Pained the heart of that Tree, destroy
Its beauty of Life today.
That Tree with angered condition
Raised its leafless arms that shake,
Asked the Creator endless questions -
The Source of life... it did forsake.
This poem is symbolical in meaning and depicts the self-destruction of a man who vents his anger on God instead of taking a look at himself.
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