This is a poem I wrote. Each stanza takes place in a different time. Just to clarify that. Yep, so just tell if you like it and why or if you don't like it, tell me why. Enjoy.
Great Oak Tree
I need a place to spend my numbered days.
Somewhere quiet.
Desperately try to escape this maze…
One cold morning in Fall,
I felt compelled to go deep into the woods.
There I saw it.
There I stood…
I spent my every waking hour in that spot.
There I chose to die.
There I chose to rot…
It was the only place I ever wanted to be.
It was by The Great Oak Tree…
Out in a lonely forest.
Can a strangely beautiful thing be found.
It’s alluring call, few may hear.
It’s wood, absorbs your despair.
It’s roots, your tears.
Where it came from, no-one knows.
Effortlessly through time, it slowly flows.
It seems as though our love is cursed.
We can’t embrace.
It makes things worse…
If only I could just find place we could. stay.
A place to love, a place to lay…
It was a cold morning in September.
When I found a thing will always remember…
I ventured to a spot.
Beyond my house, beyond my gate.
A place I knew was different.
Was I brought there by fate?
We spent every available day there…
Without a quarrel, without a care.
Into that spot, we carved our names.
Hoping it would always remain…
It was the only place we felt true and free.
It was by The Great Oak Tree…
Out in a lonely forest.
Can a strangely beautiful thing be found.
It’s alluring call, few may hear.
It’s wood, absorbs your despair.
It’s roots, your tears.
Where it came from, no-one knows.
Effortlessly through time, it slowly flows.
My life has been governed and destroyed.
By a series of regrettable mistakes.
That we have all risked to make…
I can no longer live like a normal person.
If I went back, these wounds, they would worsen…
A place to live in peace was what I sought.
One day I knew that I had found just that.
To it, I felt I had been brought…
For years I would stare at that place. Around it, I would roam.
And one day I knew that next to that spot.
Was where I would build my new home…
A small cabin, no more than that.
Just a place of my own.
Where I could hang my hat…
Over the years I grew old and Ill at that place.
My weary eyes, my wrinkled face…
I would soon be put into the ground.
I left a note saying where I’d like it to be.
It was my favourite place.
It was by The Great Oak Tree.
Out in a lonely forest.
Can a strangely beautiful thing be found.
It’s alluring call, few may hear.
It’s wood, absorbs your despair.
It’s roots, your tears.
Where it came from, no-one knows.
Effortlessly through time, it slowly flows.
Time cannot be stopped by anything. Or anyone.
For that Great Oak Tree no longer rests.
Beneath our Sun…
Destroyed, it has been.
By the malevolent hands of man.
Strong and wise.
It has ceased to stand…
No longer may anyone see it’s rich brown bark.
Not it’s solemn beauty.
Nor where two lovers had once left they’re mark…
The wood, scattered about and no longer whole.
Much like the bones of a desperate soul…
It’s ancient roots, torn from the Earth’s embrace.
As well as the old cabin.
Door, window and base.
(pause)
And now it is gone and has faded away.
Not to be seen tomorrow.
Not to be seen today…
It was the only place they wanted to be.
It was a beautiful spot, by The Great Oak Tree…
Great Oak Tree
I need a place to spend my numbered days.
Somewhere quiet.
Desperately try to escape this maze…
One cold morning in Fall,
I felt compelled to go deep into the woods.
There I saw it.
There I stood…
I spent my every waking hour in that spot.
There I chose to die.
There I chose to rot…
It was the only place I ever wanted to be.
It was by The Great Oak Tree…
Out in a lonely forest.
Can a strangely beautiful thing be found.
It’s alluring call, few may hear.
It’s wood, absorbs your despair.
It’s roots, your tears.
Where it came from, no-one knows.
Effortlessly through time, it slowly flows.
It seems as though our love is cursed.
We can’t embrace.
It makes things worse…
If only I could just find place we could. stay.
A place to love, a place to lay…
It was a cold morning in September.
When I found a thing will always remember…
I ventured to a spot.
Beyond my house, beyond my gate.
A place I knew was different.
Was I brought there by fate?
We spent every available day there…
Without a quarrel, without a care.
Into that spot, we carved our names.
Hoping it would always remain…
It was the only place we felt true and free.
It was by The Great Oak Tree…
Out in a lonely forest.
Can a strangely beautiful thing be found.
It’s alluring call, few may hear.
It’s wood, absorbs your despair.
It’s roots, your tears.
Where it came from, no-one knows.
Effortlessly through time, it slowly flows.
My life has been governed and destroyed.
By a series of regrettable mistakes.
That we have all risked to make…
I can no longer live like a normal person.
If I went back, these wounds, they would worsen…
A place to live in peace was what I sought.
One day I knew that I had found just that.
To it, I felt I had been brought…
For years I would stare at that place. Around it, I would roam.
And one day I knew that next to that spot.
Was where I would build my new home…
A small cabin, no more than that.
Just a place of my own.
Where I could hang my hat…
Over the years I grew old and Ill at that place.
My weary eyes, my wrinkled face…
I would soon be put into the ground.
I left a note saying where I’d like it to be.
It was my favourite place.
It was by The Great Oak Tree.
Out in a lonely forest.
Can a strangely beautiful thing be found.
It’s alluring call, few may hear.
It’s wood, absorbs your despair.
It’s roots, your tears.
Where it came from, no-one knows.
Effortlessly through time, it slowly flows.
Time cannot be stopped by anything. Or anyone.
For that Great Oak Tree no longer rests.
Beneath our Sun…
Destroyed, it has been.
By the malevolent hands of man.
Strong and wise.
It has ceased to stand…
No longer may anyone see it’s rich brown bark.
Not it’s solemn beauty.
Nor where two lovers had once left they’re mark…
The wood, scattered about and no longer whole.
Much like the bones of a desperate soul…
It’s ancient roots, torn from the Earth’s embrace.
As well as the old cabin.
Door, window and base.
(pause)
And now it is gone and has faded away.
Not to be seen tomorrow.
Not to be seen today…
It was the only place they wanted to be.
It was a beautiful spot, by The Great Oak Tree…