Fell the Wooden Boy

It’s not the world in fall;
It is I who am falling.
My skin changes like the fickle leaves and falls away.
My limbs weaken with the coming cold.
Stiff and creaking, I think they may break away too.
28 rings is not long,
But it feels long enough.
It seems I’ve grown taller than expected,
And I’m still waiting to be cut down.
Waiting on the crew to show up with chainsaws
And take me down at the knees,
Pull whatever remains from the ground to which I was ill-rooted.
And set it all ablaze to be consumed.
For the wood is rotten, scarred, damaged, eaten away
By bugs of jade and cynicism
And long, long winters that froze and broke the heart.
Will there be a seed that remains to grow again?
Or is this forest cut clear to make way for another parking lot?

Oh I think they’re wonderful 🙂 I like them both. But I’m sad that you feel this way. I’m really sure that there will be a seed, you’re a strong tree, no bugs can affect you 🙂

Oh my dear Rayne… I wish I could hug you right now and take those feelings away from your chest. I like you so much and it’s hard for me to learn how you feel. What do you think, what it’s the main problem? Do you think there’s a way to change what you’re feeling?

I see… I don’t know what to tell you. Maybe you think that you won’t carry on, but maybe you’re just tired and you need to “hibernate” for a while. Or maybe you need something new in your life, a “manure” that will give you strength to find a way. Whatever it is, please count on me. Perhaps there’s so little I can do, but I’m here anyway. **Hugs**

PhilosophyPunk

September 27, 2011

RYN: To whom do you refer? -Philo

Hey, Captain, I just want to make sure that you understand that I really mean what I said. I’m really here. Take care *hugs*

Playing The Angel

September 30, 2011

RYN: If you’re old, so am I ! I sometimes feel I’m single-handedly keeping the USPS in business. XD Thanks for visiting. ~Rachel