Why?

There are places
where boneyards
are so common
and the surviving
stand defenseless
mournful of their friends
while wood splintered
and broken
litters the ground
for miles it seems
as a barren landscape
greet the eye
wanting so much to see...
wildness and refuge
of the dark and quiet wood
and finding only bits and pieces
of an outgrown childhood

 

wow. this makes me feel...helpless. like i feel now actually....