Joseph Donnelly- A Poem

Creepy City trees

 

A tree touches me at night
Creepy shadows embrace my body
I shiver
Wanting to let go but he has too many arms

Pulling me in near the trunk

Showing me its bark

All moldy and grey

 

I’m too scared to tell the grounds keeper

Worried he will get chopped down

Made into fire wood

burned for everyone to see

 

The shadows hide other victims

They leap in and out of the darkness

Confident in a cowardly ways

Watching me struggle not to become them

 

In the day time I only see branches with blue birds

Singing sweet songs and making sounds of Spring

Last night’s thunder storm falls from their appendages

Making the ground too wet to walk on

 

People pass by and smile

Temporary daytime visitors

The ones who will never understand

Why the leaves fall to their own death