The Winds Of Change Poem by Thomas King

The winds of change
Have swept through our tree of life
And stripped the branches bare

Naked limbs
Resembling gnarled arms
Reach for what used to be
But is no longer there

Left cold and alone
Any remnants of love or happiness
Has been thoroughly erased

A twisted skeleton
Of a once flourishing life
Now stands in its place

Cobwebs have become its security blanket
And parasites its company
In a forest of misery

Though there's still evidence of life
There is no consciousness
No hope or purpose

Just an empty shell
That's smells of
Regret and sorrow

Whose decaying bark
Is just a symbolic reminder
Of our faded dreams
Which no longer serve us

Just a silent tomb
Which echoes the sadness
Of empty today's
And a forgotten tomorrows