Hole in the tree
Hole in our hearts
From where they departed
Leaving it scarred
Squirrels make it home
Birds make a nest
We lay our loved ones blindly to rest
Yet they sleep in a lively place
Only lonely from the human race
People forget
And get busy with the wind
Never to step foot on the ground of their dead friends
It's quiet without voice
It's loud with other noise
Shrubberies rustle with birds
Almost sounds like footsteps
Maybe that's what I heard
Because the deceased still walk this wretched world
You can find them in the flowers in the hair of that girl
In the silence and the trees as they twirl
from the same breeze
that pushed their livelihood away from those people that prayed on their knees for their timely release
I guess they were too busy to keep up with anything but their own beasts
Yet, in the stillness of the sun
And the little remembrances of love
I feel surrounded in a place
Filled with death and decay
A wholesome companionship
Without the demanding shit
Everyone alive follows a script
In here, I wonder if it was worth it
Few come to visit
Few care to know
The pasts of the lives that already put on their show
We could learn from their mistakes
Put on our breaks
And honor the ones who made someone's life great
If they won't
We should
No one needs to be eternally misunderstood
So I'll drop by whenever I can
And find peace with the skeletons buried deep in our land
At least I know when I see
Those butterfly wings
And hear the buzzing of bees
That our bodies turn in to all the beautiful gardens right underneath our feet
Hole in the tree
Hole in our hearts
Let's all take care of the memories
Before our own holes turn dark
About the Creator
Ecarg Nosive
I'm a 27 year old writer from Ohio trying to make my passion, my career. Besides writing I enjoy animals, nature, and concerts.
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