A dead cadaver in the tree
Impaled, or maybe hanging
Out with the little leaves.
Not an accident, but a murder mystery.
Whodunnit, Was it?
The teachers of the stressed victim,
Specifically, one in mind to blame.
He who has brought pressure to games:
The coach of madness and pain…
Or was it?
The friendly friends of the ice, cold body,
Or rather the ones he imagined to be.
His “friends” magically appear and gather
To give much needed love around the cadaver.
(But it’s now too late for it to matter)
Or was it?
The parents. The siblings. The cousins as well.
Aunts and uncles. Had the entire family
Conspired together to make life a hidden hell.
What used to be unconditional love
is merely forced smiles hiding envious threats.
Or was it?
Simply the tree. A fall from gravity?
Mother Nature is known to do such things
As it causes disasters and gives meaning.
His mind may have just lost the purpose of things,
So nature must have caused his upbringing.