I stood still and was a tree amid the wood,
Knowing the truth of things unseen before;
Of Daphne and the laurel bow
And that god-feasting couple old
that grew elm-oak amid the wold.
’Twas not until the gods had been
Kindly entreated, and been brought within
Unto the hearth of their heart’s home
That they might do this wonder thing;
Nathless I have been a tree amid the wood
And many a new thing understood
That was rank folly to my head before.

muted waters
curtains of ice clouds
silvered rivers
hymns of shivering
hushed waves over stone
a shadow brushes
the cold edges here
under violet skies
gnarled boughs
twist my soul into roots

Closing my eyes so tightly that my temples begin to throb
The space above my eyes starts burning but I force them farther down.

I feel like I've just had a brick to my face as my nose begins to sting with the built up pressure.
But it's still not dark enough.

Hat down past the doors I'm holding shut
They never came with a lock.
I want to see the type of darkness I feel inside but
All I feel is burning
My eyes won't close enough to really see it
And even 6 feet under wouldn't be dark enough.