I Live To Endure

There is no tree left to sit and watch 

It's appalling, dismaying 

And gruesome 

Near the black stones,

Flowers are crumpled and still 

No place is left to reside and hide

Forests are desiccated and devoid 

I move into that infertile field 

No fecund rain in this twilight 

No music to soothe the dumb ears 

Flowers of blue and ruby-red 

Fallen and sullen 

And the void of silence 

Besides the sedate lake 

What is this bird doing here---

With ruffled wings and a frail frame 

In the midst of a wakeful sea 

And no dew drops ....only grisly time 

A late-season filled with dripping rain 

I don't know where I should go...

I am an Island 

Embittered 

Expunged 

And destroyed 

Now I will not come to your door 

I am alone, aloof 

And grief-stricken 

Near the frozen lake 

Sad and woeful 

I live to endure 

The obnoxious time 

I live to die 

In the sea of Troubles 

Anchorless 

Beggarly 

Pathless 

And void