Two Years Dead

Blue skies turn grey
Rain drops dance along
Lightning and thunder vocalize their song
I sit watching and waiting
Impatience growing strong
Double dealing, glass ceiling,
Bottomless floor, a ladder going on forevermore

How do I climb the Tree
With branches delicate and weak
Breaking, Splintering, cracking
And I myself slipping in the debris
Do I stop the progress
Digress, regress, become passive
Or create havoc massive
Cut out the root
Give the Tree the boot

Doubt is abound
Like stereo’s Dolby Surround
Very very depressing
This illness is detesting

Keep trying, bother why
Time and chance keep passing me by
Maybe I’ll give in
Burn the Tree in the fire’s den

I give and I gave
At the same time
I never rose completely from my grave