As I walked up that old grassy hill
I was brought to tears
As I looked upon the sky to find angels looking down
Crumbling, flaking away as if it was chipping paint

I ran my hands through the brush
I felt the feeling I had felt so many times before

My Throat glued together
A crushed pipe
Brought to my knees upon the great oak tree

I had known this tree since I was young
Climbing, seeing the world from the clouds and eternal height it provided
Without a care in the world, able to see the beauty in the world
Now the sun has set long ago leaving only darkness
An empty void that cannot be filled

Eyes filled with the reflection of the branches
I rose above branch after branch,
Looking down from the arms of the oak
My rope swinging freely in the wind

The world distant with creases unbent
The feeble branches of discipline and pain.
How could something so alive be so dead
Without touch and without smell
Without love and without agony

The sun set, silence

For I would not have what was to become
Not looking back ravenging my belongings
Hesitation was without my actions
The old oak set aflame
The hate burned away

Branches shattered
Grasping the rope
My final grief
Cast away into the fireball
I was not without sin
I was rebuilding my time

For some broken minds can’t be healed.