Past the meadows
Where a quiet willow dances
Dwells the shadows
Of lost chances
Decades I wander
To this place
And still I wonder
Why I couldn't face
The truth they show
Reasons I'm so weak
Why is it now i know
They were what I seek
So many ways
Could be changed
So many days
Would be less deranged
For so long
I dwell on these shadows
Singing a broken song
As I wander these meadows
And the longer I sit here
The more these shadows grow
Into something I've come to fear
A fear I never want to know
How have I become so lost
Losing all I ever had
Giving into the cost
Of always being sad
Help me please
I'm begging you
Show me ease
Tell me what to do
I'm withering away
And soon I'll be dead
And on my final day
The ground will be red
Great poem!
I love your descriptions I could really imagine the poem and bring it to life in my mind while reading the words!
I also love the flow!
Great piece
5/5