The night began heavily,
weighing down the sun
The moon rose steadily
The stars had just begun
The glow on the water reflected
Barren trees, without a leaf to cover their struggled branches
They reached towards the sky
and I,
Am kind of like that
All darkness and barren limbs
Reaching for a rhyme to explain how
Inside I am a Forest, covered in green and brilliant brown trunks teaming with animals as wild as my free soul
But beauty is not present in me of emptied hallows
Abandoned forts made of twigs and dry sticks build the shelter around me.
Easily burned, and turned to carbon.
