One day

One day I went a walking
Across hills silent, not talking
Deep in thought then deep in woods and under leaves  
That rustle through notched arms of old oak trees
 
One thought that gnawed and twisted
Riddled with pus, all blistered
Weep from sores then weep from eyes tears relentlessly
Reflecting the haunted personality that is me
 
One can only see things broken
A dirty half life, hope sunken
Angle of the branches then angle of the spaces between
That call and show this hollow mind cracking at the seams