(Things you think about when you can't fall asleep cause you are coughing too much :/ )
The Last Apple
Here I am
Atop the highest bough of this tree
The last apple.
I am the last
Since all my friends and family
Have been eaten
Or picked
Or knocked to the ground.
Yet here I am,
The last apple.
Looking from high above
At all that came before.
Protected from the birds
Who would choose to devour me
Protected from those below
Who would want to pick me
Or perhaps, don’t even see me
Or think I am too far away for the effort.
And here I will stay
Alone atop the tree.
Perhaps I will stay a while
Before I fall
And rot
Rot from the inside
And over-ripen.
My time will pass
Before those who would pick me
Have moved to other orchards.
I will stay high above
Untouched
Untouchable?
Until my skin can no longer contain
The rot from my within.
Until I am nothing but a shriveled
Resemblance of my former self.
And then I will fall
I will fall hitting every ugly branch along the way.
As I fall
I will remember the time I was alone
And wonder why.
Being such a wonderful apple
Why that I was alone.
And when I finally meet my fate
At the base of my tree
I will know
My final feeling
And explode my rot
For the next season of apples.
2 comments:
Thanks bro. :)
I suppose I should start getting them all together. I do save them befoire I post them so they are available.
It just seems my style may be hard for some people to read. Either that or I am self-conscious about it. :)
Good point unruly, I missed the double "Protected".
I try to avoid using the same word so close togetehr (except connecting wors of course). :)
I will consider it, thanks. :)
As far as polishing the apple, that's another line of thoughts altogether. :)
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