What do you think of this poem?

Trees like hands of bone Pleading to not be crushed By a looming and ashen expanse Heavier than false love A pierce of light through that murky moor So I fumbled for my muddied glass jar Blinding and fractured I saw every color But it slipped through the glass and the mud Then the sitting white lie... show more Trees like hands of bone

Pleading to not be crushed

By a looming and ashen expanse

Heavier than false love

A pierce of light through that murky moor

So I fumbled for my muddied glass jar

Blinding and fractured

I saw every color

But it slipped through the glass and the mud

Then the sitting white lie stood

A black behemoth

And I was destroyed
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