The Tree - A poem

I ran like a mad dog
reached the rock
hit the rock like bruce lee
blood started flowing out
the bone started coming out

am I there yet?

I ran like a mad dog
climbed up a tree
jumped like sergey bubka
broke my ankles and legs

am I there yet?

I crawled like a mad dog
reached the forest
threw myself into the lions pride
they fought for me and ate a part of me
then decided humans too corrupt for them
and left the remains of me

am I there yet?
YES.

emotional pain - physical pain = 0

Jesus, you bastard, you didnt suffer on the cross
you suffered your whole life, but enjoyed in the end
the nails were your heroin for the pain in your heart

I dragged what remained of me
layed down under the tree of knowlege
The tree looked like a human
looking with apathy at the bum

I took a few deep breaths
and in my silence of solitude
found that I am the silence of solitude.




-- Vamsee