Poems from Emanuel n
Starving hands reach up and out,
to the last ripe apple tree.
Clasping onto the one soul,
its teeth sink into the fruit.
The shell deflates...
One may walk in a hallway,
With the only purpose being to hear his own footsteps echo.
One may look in a mirror,
Only to see a piece of...
A world without me,
Is one I already know;
Loveless - colorless.
A plant is valued solely by its perfection
So, I begin to realize now I must be a weed.
You see the gardener tends to her blossoms and buds...
With a rope in hand,
And a long sigh of relief,
He approached the beam.