Wednesday, February 20, 2019

MY SOUL IS LIKE A DYING BONSAI TREE: a poem by ed



Lord you can't any longer
     frighten me 
          with the threat of hell
because my soul is already there.

It is empty.
I do not feel you
     or anything else
          since Patty left me behind.

The tears are gone.
     You are gone.
          She is gone.
               I am gone.

Do not tell me it will get better
     when I cannot feel today.
Lord you left with her
     because you were in her.

My soul is like a 
    bonsai tree dying 
    from
         being over pruned
         and not watered.

Lord,
     you over pruned my soul
          and left it dry as a bone
when you took Patty from me.

© Ed Cooper, 2/20/2019
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