SerenWise

Ache

I fade like the dying twilight,

The old willow by the murky river

My only silent confidant.

Dry reed husks crunch underfoot,

Scattered like so many broken limbs - 

Hollow rooted femurs 

Protruding from the silted mud.

However could I have felt this?

I\'m creaking like rotted timber,

My heart pumping tears

And the poison of loneliness

Through my aching limbs.