Mourning for Morning

by Maple Tree   Feb 3, 2015


I was locked away for so long
that when I pen the deepest of thoughts,
I truly want to die.

I've never been one to pour it out
onto paper, masking in pretty words,
laced in metaphors.

Why do you want to see me cry within fallen curtains?

A witch- I'm a witch in a dying forest that awakens
during three am.

People see my smile, but the mystery of me is locked away
within circles of trees and that is the only book
that holds the words of my soul.

I am more than eyes of wonder-

I have screamed in stanzas but go unheard.

You read me, but do you know the author behind the pen?

I'm unstable and yet strong, like a tree, just like a tree.

Freak of nature, woman of heart-

The one you see walking past midnight
in a black, veiled dress,

mourning for morning......

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  • 9 years ago

    by Maple Tree

    Love you squeaks

  • 9 years ago

    by Naughtymouse

    You know that i love you syrup and that i have always read and loved your poetry.....but lately your writes are just breathtaking, really, they affect me in such a way that i stop at the bottom and go straight to the top and start reading again, i will read them five or six times and then cannot comment :/ you writing wrecks me totally.....Love you xx

  • 9 years ago

    by Poet on the Piano

    Aw, your sad poems lately make my heart ache <3

    I believe in you and wish I could give you strength. Though don't feel you always have to be strong or that you're failing because you might think you're weak in this pain. You're strong for writing about it, for penning how you mourn, for unveiling whatever mask as I think we all should at some point write out the truth of our emotions, no matter how overwhelming they may seem. You ARE like a tree, rooted, a compassionate heart that sees sadness and experiences pain. Yet you still flourish and bring beauty to that pain.

    Thinking of you always. Thank you for sharing this with us.