Tree of Despair

Within the aged Tree
I stand
And look out
With the face of despair
Head bowed
Cowed
Forever questioning
That choice
Made in a moment's madness
To commit
My time
Unto pergatory's
Ripe and rancid path
To eat
From the table of want
Where spice
Hid obscenity from pallette
Where flavour
Died
The thousand deaths
That is
Apathy
Where warmth
And the gentle flow of humanity
Were stifled
Blocked
By waste
Where love
Shone only
As hearts
Floating
On a blood red sea

Terry Rhiannyr
January, 2013