Pomegranate Tree

Pomegranate Tree


I sit beneath a graceful Pomegranate tree.
I see its branches reaching toward the golden heavens.
The large white sun is setting in the hazy sky.


A foot away, I reach for a Pomegranate.
As I break it open, it bleeds
And from with in my
Chest
I
Feel a ripping.
A shear pain.
I cannot speak,
I cannot Breath,
The pomegranate falls from my hand,
As though escaping by bitter grasp.
I see the red juice, vile, like blood stains
On my hands,
My white clothes.
Until slowly my vision fades.
I only see blotches of red scattered upon a black background.

As my final breath exhales, the sun sets beyond the horizon.
Then the pomegranate trees' roots
Collect my limb body and comsumes me
Into an unknown abyss.


[Signed JoshI]