With broken essence,

Drained way down,

And the dry cracked

Leaves, which only

Provide scum.

The new path rises,

It glitters in dawn.

All behold the

Wrong way, that we

will go down from.

Blood seeps from the trees,

Leaves shatter at touch.

Rotting carcasses, of animals,

Call to you. The thunder speaks,

The grass weeps, the smell reeks.

And everything seems bad to you.

And that’s true.

I took the road less traveled by,

And that has made all the difference.

Now my world is upside down,

People look at me with fear.

I’m tired of being bullied and

Beaten for a simple mistake.

Or a big one.