*sighs forlornly*

Aiming to be more, than just sum of all my failures and sins,

Hoping the day comes, when losses are outweighed by wins.

Coming to grips with the fact, a chapter has come to its end,

Wondering if the next open door is far away, or just around the bend.

Most days feel dark and cloudy, even the days when the sun shines,

Like a damp, cold, foggy November day, in a forgotten forest of pines.

Happiness has never felt this fleeting,

Barely seen, and constantly retreating.

A lonely heart, left in the cold, in urgent need of heating,

Broken, scared, and barely beating.