poems

Beneath the tree’s

Beneath the tree’s

12/06/2017

Beneath the tree’s that shade me from the past.

I remember people which inform my chest I’m still alive.

Like you they won’t be here tomorrow.

Hitting out at Ghosts I punch through shadows.

When did the tomorrows become yesterdays?

Somewhere, I held them like paper chains.

Like rice paper they evaporated.

Beneath the tree’s that shade me from the past.

 

© G.P Williamson 2017

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