The decrepit oak tree still stands ,perched upon a corner
My name has been carved on its ebony
You refuse to stare at it for long
Afraid to realize that I withhold your destiny
That I am the vibrant blossom blooming despite the autumn greed
The vicious untamed vines creeping atop the neighbour's field
I lurk between the precise cuts and shallow hollows of the words you print
Among your treacherous thoughts a.d the desires that you plead for and wish
I sway along the currents of your emotions
Plunge deep within your regrets and the guilt of ocean
I am the pied piper that chants the melodious beats
The threatening past that you despise yet still nurture and keep
I am the poison that lingers along the porcelain bowls curve
The antidote to your feeble and dwindling nerves
Yet you still defy the reality
You swore to sabotage and crumble our fantasy
you breathed the realm that we built
you forgot I was resurrected from the broken flames
that despite our world is tearing apart
loose debris and shards of bricks are still left
and among the cracks of our love
I still remain