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The Broken Memory Tree
Hands tremble at the words
They grip the sand that falls through the cracks
And hold onto the past
Rotted all away
Chips of woods from the broken memory tree are lodged in your brain
And they become all you think about
Obsession with them takes you over and their is nothing left of you
Thought you'd wrench them out
Well I was wrong
They have long disappeared
But their roots have grown
Wrapped around your mind
Blocking all other thoughts from coming inside
Golden decay is what you see
A virus of longing has made you sick
No matter what you think, you cannot go back
There is not way to change it all
He hurt you
She broke you
And they left you
Wounded and alone out on the pavement
A broken will
With only the fluffy things to comfort you while they licked your face
One by one they came
Reasons for your despair
I can't count the steps you took
As you reached for that flickering hand
It became solid and cold when you reached it
He almost took you
But I won't let you go
I cracked your head open
Tore out those roots
And hopefully, they are gone
But I will watch you
To make sure another weed doesn't grow
And steer you out into the open see of insanity
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I love your use of metaphor
I love your use of metaphor with the tree. I love trees in general, too, and I love the imagery that they give and create, and so I think you could intensify the tree idea! You have a few great lines with the "roots" and "warpping around your mind," but I think you could expand the tree metaphor even more.
This piece is lovely, really. If you wanted to try it, you could play around with the line breaks and see what they do for you and for your poem! It might be interesting to have line breaks that don't follow the entire line, that don't have the whole sentence or thought in one line. Maybe break it up, maybe make it a little choppy.
Great job!