dying place

i've never felt alone like this
alone in a lifeless golden brown landscape
no chimpmunks, skunks, or even horseflies
just chilling winds and rustling leaves
barren ground and dried up traces of what once was
moldy mushrooms and crinkly leaves
wintergreens with the berries gone
bones skattered where furry beasts once lived
and the settling feeling that it's just the end
and everything good or bad eventually arrives
right here, to this dying place