The Winds Of Change

The winds of change
Have swept through our tree of life,
And stripped the branches bare

Naked limbs,
Resembling gnarled arms
Reach for what used to be,
But is no longer there.

Left cold and alone,
Any remnants of love or happiness
Has been thoroughly erased.

A twisted skeleton
Of a once flourishing life,
Now stands in its place.

Cobwebs have become its security blanket
And parasites its company,
In a forest of misery.

Though there’s still evidence of life,
There is no consciousness,
No hope or purpose.

Just an empty shell,
That’s smells of
Regret and sorrow.

Whose decaying bark
Is just a symbolic reminder
Of our faded dreams,
Which no longer serve us.

Just a silent tomb
Which echoes the sadness.
Of empty today's
And a forgotten tomorrows.