Rotten Fruit
Prompt: Dear God, She's Not Ready To Go!
The taste of bitterness fills my soul
As I stand by this apple tree
If breaking me was your goal
Well then, you definitely made me see
I stare at the gnarled limbs
Lost deep in thought
The world slowly dims
The ground begins to rot
You definitely carved your mark
Upon this rough wood
Igniting a deep spark
As best as you could
I fall to my knees
On this soft murky ground
Deep amongst the trees
My soul, lays tortured and bound
I look up at the withered fruit
As they witness my agony
Like an old twisted root
That's festering inside me
I scream out to the soul-less sky
Because the pain is buried deep
I beg to God as I cry
Please don't put her to sleep
A.D. Small
January 25, 2024
