New Poem - Good or Bad?

My friend just laughed at it. Well, yeah, thou, thee, etc. don't sound good when the rest of the poem isn't in old English...hehe. I'll just post it anyway, don't judge, it's bad, I know, but you chose to read it although I warned you. :)

Black hole, how large thou art,
Ripping thy trees apart.
No care if sapling, or grand,
Gnarled wood, birch, maple, oak
Pines, I see, that choice lies
With fruits falling upon me.
I can not choose, or help,
With disaster coming
Over thee. Watch, feel, hear, push,
But I can't answer thy
Pleadings for mercy.
Stillness fills your soul,
Brain loses control.
Memory plans escape,
Blackness awaits thy thoughts,
Coldness awaits the woods,
Pointing at the last step,
The hardest, yet easy
Step until foggy breath
Cocoons thee safely.

If you understand what I meant, you'll probably see the tragic illness described. No worries, the poem isn't about me, or anyone I know. It just seemed right to write about depression. Peace, xoxo Marethyu

Bent Truth

Life without friends?

It's like there are no happy ends.

But a foe as my friend?

So the truth is always bent?

No, these friends are fake,

They urge you to make mistakes,

I wish that you are good,

But who would have understood,

That you are a soul,

Who has no control

Over its hateful emotions,

In the deep, dark oceans

Of Hell,

Where you will dwell.

Do share my posts if you want, but credit me please. I would credit you too, if I re-posted something. How would you feel if someone stole your idea? 

Love and peace, Marethyu...