Nocturnal Roots: Trilogy of Life

I stood tall in the field 
My brown hair parted from my body and stinging creatures crawled, 
Pecking off my rotted brown skin,
My friends would visit me, snapping my limbs off
Piece
By
Piece;
Throwing them to the side, watching my battered body splinter away from me;
Blistering their figure, and mine.

I always moved at night:
My legs would rip from the ground, the worm ridden soil
Shedding beneath the might of the leg.
My decorative hairs would fall in a puddle of brown and green where I had once
Stood still.

But every morning, at dawn, the sun came back.
And I had to hide again,
Back where I did not belong.

Branches of dead loved ones echoed in my sleep.
The prickled touch of a man
Once loved by my friends,
Left to rot and decay alone in the hills; How am
I to live?

Disheveled axes and dirt wandered by: 
Their rusted tools, dirty clothing,
And deplorable demeanor
Would accompany me, alone in the hills.

They would always stay too long, The hours never
ended.
They stayed with me from dusk till dawn,
Had no minute of rest

If only they stayed 
With me to help,
Not rip out what’s left.

I watched as my limbs were ripped from my soul.
No tears were shed at my funeral,
No love in attendance.
All I saw were people in orange and gold:
Laughing
And smoking
And punching
No one cared I had died here tonight.

As my soul parted from the rotted body I had made,
I washed away onto the dust-ridden floors.

The bleak grey sky punched at 
My splintered skin, Aching the dampened rotted wood I had once nurtured pure.

Machines were laid into me,
Hacking at my every thought.
It hurts to be a life not cared for,
Not even by me.

My life was only Brief.
Death was all they wanted for me.
I have helped all before me,
Live a true and happy life,
All except for Me.