My Life As A Metaphor

Cloaking,
And choking back all emotion.
It lies hidden beneath dark veils,
Submerged beneath the water,
On which a sinking boat sails.
Lost among the trees,
With no leaves.
Dead inside, but strong.
Grouped in decay together,
The familiar friends somehow belong.
Animals,
Digging in,
To the exterior bark, the tree's skin.
Crawling around underneath,
So that new life can begin.
Making a home,
(Someplace to go),
In the rotten tree's hollow.
The grass below, unkempt.
Overgrown.
It blows with the wind,
Loves to dance,
Alone,
In a place
Where night is eternal,
And sadness isn't a dream.
Everything,
Seems dismal,
In this deceased forest...
Where nobody goes-
But the creatures who are accustomed,
To not existing in the light.
With huge, blackened eyes.
For them, every day is a fight.
Sustenance, craved.
The loneliness, braved.
Just for a piece of quiet.