Blindly walking through the dense dark,
No path, no directions of a hopeful mark.
Stumbling and falling on the morose dirt,
The pain this brings pricks with deep hurt.
Mind swirling and jumbling with vacant thoughts,
Tense with aching confusion is unable to be fought.
No guidance, no advice, too angry to not give in,
Unable to keep moving as feelings begin to dim.
Trapped in solitude, the time moves in slow motion,
Hope has left and faith as gone, erasing any notion.
Lying on the dry, black dirt, an urge dwells inside,
Liquefying to mud, from tears of a vanished tide.
No need to feel sorry, no need to feel hope,
Painful as it is, for the need to try and cope.
Not even a soft whisper from the bare trees,
Is enough to help to get up from heavy knees.
Too burdened down with a heavy weight,
Unanswered questions crash down on fate.
Trapped in this blurred dream of solitude,
Fear is radiating off with great magnitude.
Perished dreams of tranquility fade to grey,
Dried tears begin to sink in with hate and decay.
Forever is eternity in this far, desolate land,
Hopelessness and sorrow extends its putrid hand.
