Oblivion (NeraNature)

You're shed by a tree And curled up on the frigid ground Completely alone In anticipation of being found You're shadow of your former self You play dead Afraid to be laughed at Nobody knows Your last-known place of abode is hell Bitter rain lashes your face You've seen the real hell The wind shows you the way Still there's no one to pick you up The rust eats up your heart Condemned to oblivion You pine away...