Forsooth
I am kerfuffled
And confused
And muddled
And bemused
Wherefore am i?
Do i lie
Upon a lonesome
Love weary hill?
Like a stricken tree
A lightning strike
Struck
And made amuck of me
Now i am charcoal
And sketched
By my own dead limbs
No birdsong in my branches
I can only cast
Skeletal shadows
Of the feckless dead
A ghost
Of my former glory
A blossomed spring
Lain dead in my history
No mystery
Nature spoke
Then i broke
The final cost
My roots are lost
by Jemia