Epitaph

Epitaph

Those 
Hills
You 
See,
Once
Belonged
To
Me,
Every
Rock,
And
Every
Tree.
In
Truth,
In
Youth,
It
Was
All
Mine, 
Valley
To
Incline,
Rock
To
Gravel.
But
Knitted
Time
Did
Unravel,
And
Despite
My
Overarching
Pride, 
I died.
Now,
Shapeless
And
Gaunt,
I haunt
The
Life
I failed
To
Cherish,
Until
I perished.