Hemlocked Heart

The air, it has not taste

The trees refuse to sing

The wind does not caress

The water carries no depth



There is no pulse

That I can feel

No flowers shine for me

The dry and shallow rusting plans



The never ending cycle stopped

By me and greed and he

Who seek to hold the severed heart

Of all life that came to be



The earth once sang its blissful tune

As I listened by the sea

My friend has closed its voice to me

For I have betrayed this plea