I am a ghost of the forest,

Empty bones snap and chafe beneath  white sheets.

While the forest weeps for lost, fractured leaves.

Silver, cracked, and rotting statues.

Forlorn from times long gone, ignored, forgotten,

Staring at bright roaming stars, hope denied,

For doom has sucked their golden sap,

Dry, cracked and brittle.

No leaves to hide their slithered bark.

Tomorrow begs that they be gone!

Away, away with beauty, pealed and scattered.

Pools of muddy water crawl aimlessly,

Awaiting lost tomorrows,

While through my boney knees,

Brown muck churns against all that's left of me.