Gifted Gift-er

Had it been a gift.

It would have been for the present.

Yet, so much littered the path.

Like an upholstered couch left in the rain.

A little something for what ails.

But the Gift-er lacks charity…

Thus, a custom design pails.

Gifted Gift-er.

Living like a prodigy mapping out days of solace.

Planning perks from a, lost, no longer enchanted, forest.

In the thicket of flaws.

A present would seem misleading.

In the deep, wood, depth, of despair.

Being found has no meaning.