A poem to share

I just found this in my notes, trying to remember why I wrote this. Of course, I know now the reason, but I still don't understand how on earth I was able to write stuff like this. 

Goodness. 

Here goes:

I thread on yonder grounds

So gentle, so pure.

Thy brook swollen, bound

To my broken heart

A silent tree, stands

Humble on the plain

I watched as it bends

And laughs

In the distance lays

Stretches of dark hills

Paste against lighted rays

Yet, rotting in the dark

The bough breaks 

From yonder willow 

Beneath the dark wind

Doth blow

The sun shall

Not rise to glory

Whilst I witness all

Crumble before me

I lay on yonder grounds

So soft, so pure

Thy heart swells, but

None of me

Let me know what you think of it in the comments. =)