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Obsession

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Obsession


There was a girl admiring an apple tree, once.
She stood, watching it transform everyday,
Living the changes it welcomed and suffered,
Loved to hate.

She saw it lose its leaves,
Curl up in the cold,
Watched it ache and arch to nature's cruelty
And to its affection

Felt it regain life
Stretch up, spread out
Touch the sky and the heart it loved
Tangle its soft twigs around her innocent core

Unraveling solved mysteries.
Intertwined, mingled, knotted even tighter,
Until there was no more closer,
No more unknown.

The tree got accustomed to the girl’s presence,
The girl knew its every cranny, every wrinkle, every curve…
And knew every apple in that tree to be rotting,
In summer’s full bloom.

Still, she stayed and chose to love that tree.
Only that tree…
Over all the healthy ones around,
With apples the red of passion, painfully inviting.

One day, in that sea of reds and greens, came a boy.
And in wonder to the girl’s fascination with this crippled tree, asked her:
“Why do you choose this rotten tree over all?
Surely it can’t bring you any good; any freedom”

And to her amazement, the girl didn’t know.
Yet she couldn’t move.
She was in too deep
Held too tight

But her eyes met with the boy’s,
Pleading for help.
Help she was sure never to want or need.
Eyes silently screaming…

She managed to say:
“I shall love this tree no matter what”

Regardless.
For David




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This will probably be scrapped in a few days...
I wrote this in a matter of blurs in time, fueled by something that was told to me a long time ago.
This story, I repeated to someone who was meant to help me. It had carved a smile on her face. And I told it with wet eyes and finished it with a cynical laugh.
I remember those times...
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darkrane17's avatar
I like it. It tells some sort of story though, unfinished. A story that only the author understands. :) That's truly what poetry is.