Creative Post: "A Poison Tree" by William Blake

I AM NOT WHAT I THINK

I was grown

from foul and pain

through night and day

through the storms

and through the rain

He came and went

to water me down

to bring me up strong

to train me up wrong

For the reason

He explained to me

was that there was a man

Some sort of foe

my master's enemy

Then one day

the foe came

silently in the night

To eat the apple

my branches had made so bright

And in the morning 

when I could see

The foe was laid outstretched

beneath my leaves

My master called me anger

with a smile and great glee

but now it occurred to me

that I was not the great tree

I once thought I could be.

I wrote this poem which relates back to "A Poison Tree" by William Blake. I decided to write the poem in perspective of how the tree, also known as "anger", was brought up in the man's WAY. He watered it as in the original poem in which the man kept it inside for too long building it up until it actually killed his foe. In the end, the tree felt as if though he could have been great until his master called the tree anger which it then realized would not make him the "great tree" he thought he could grow up to be.