How am I?
I feel sheltered by a rotting pine that is about to fall
I can hear it creak as I gaze at its the growing cracks
When it falls on my back, the misery of pain will end my screams
For now, I sit waiting for my world to collapse
The woods where I reside, has yet to see the sun shine
As the sky weeps endlessly, behind the front, there is a frozen sunset
I look in awe at this realm that is mine
A place that I do not want to be, shall be ripped away by the weight I carry that shall be a fallen  **tree