Who should I tell?
I asked the tree for shelter
All I got was a nest
In a bramble of thorns
I turned to the sea for food
All I got was a shell
Devoid of scallop
I wanted the dry twigs for fire
It gave me the wisp of smokes
Wiped off by whirling wind
I turned inward for an answer
To my misery
All I heard was the silence
From a dying soul
Who should I tell?
