Hushed Broken Boughs

Closed these hushed
drops stroke barren broken skin
the strapping oak poses to
moisten this parting.

More than misery beg
damned unaligned souls' company
keep this giant's years
by products of ten.

Known not are by which
means sorrow and regret greedily
append fleeting whisps of
hope in timeworn limbs.

Coarse and penitent flow
gradual acceptance some auspicious
beginnings demand a dawn
of punishing endings.