I live In the Underbrush

Green moss and tree bark coalesce
Moist fog both nurture and decay
I live the last dregs in this sub world
There is no sun
There is a dismal feeling of decay
I breathe into my lungs
The gas of this desolation

How did I get here
I had a life and a family once
Capricious ignorance won the day
What did I really have

If my love burned with bile
What I do have is an acid burned heart
And I wait for death in the between

I feel close in transition
Yet I have been here a long time
Sometimes I see green moss

On the back my hands
Early on I use to brush it away
Now I see it merely adds to the warmth
And now I think it will expedite the madness