If these trees could talk

If these trees could talk:

I will build for you,

a path of coal and ash and stone

Cold upon flesh,

expended, marring, broken, and damned

Stumbling blind,

dead end in sight

Promises hollow as bone,

Fingertips tear at the throat,

Your world keeps burning

And back into the fire I go again

My hardships and sails are all broken

Drowning in a pool of fabled writing

I Curse the boiling skies

Wander my forest eternal

Hide inside the burl

Knot and bleed from within

Tendril of horror wraps the marrow

Is it better to die than to lose

Choking on nothing, veins swell and burst

Blocking the light, denying the hope,

Abide the noose and it's hunger,

Define, the feeling of fear,

Reminded of the grasp of sweet slumber