Crooked Timber - Therapy?

Miles away from

Those that matter

Unfamiliar place

Hours bleed out and

Days tail off then

Night degrades to gray

Crooked timber

Keep me warm and safe

Bells toll slowly

Loud dark iron

Can’t place where I am

No clear signal

Scraping dragging

Fate pulls faces

Crooked timber

Steer me keep me sane

Times' attrition

Grinds these landscapes

Sifts them into shape

My resistance

To it’s pressure

Buckles more each day

Crooked timber

That we can’t make straight

My shade will comfort you