I can not wait until every single limb is dead

when the rot of this tree causes it to

come crashing down upon itself

for I will have sewn the seeds of my very own
somewhere very far from this wasteland

I will rejoice when the day comes

when my children can awaken glazed-innocent eyes

to a different, golden world -


free of this hatred, this oppression,


this mutual pact that scars us all




this anti-love

they will not know my trials, and never experience my pain
and that shall be their salvation, their innocence

my gift, all that I can hope to give

every moment spent now shall not be one wasted
every second of torture turned, one less to bear

and all though I am only the roots of this new life
they shall know what it means

to love