Lone on a Hill

A tree in the sunrise, standing tall,
Unnoticed by many, unseen by all.
Standing alone, on hill high,
Living on, watching him die.

Emphatic in an approach of air,
Keeping most alive, though few care.
But needed was this blessed gift,
As deaths cold fingers along him drift.

Though watching, no help was to be sought,
For only so long could it be fought.
Consumed by ice of habitual strength,
Breaths were strung to their length.

Breaking free of all confined,
Till then the length you were yet to find,
Though with those tears left love in miss,
I asked it not to end like this.

For not a value too low was taken,
Undeserving, I claim mistaken,
Never should this be of earned,
Though all was taught and all was learned.

Standing in the shadow of a trees silhouette,
Lone on a hill, framing a sunset.

© Christie 2006

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This is a dark poem, not always meant to be understood. If this is beyond your comprehension, feel free to message me and i will explain. =) Sometimes its just better to write a poem that not everyone will understand.

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