Lost

Black trees, brown soil,
Surrounding me everywhere I go.
Dim lights, happy laughter,
Contrary to every feeling I know.

Black and poisonous thoughts cloud my heart,
Not a hand to guide or help.
For that hand had already part,
Knowing the feelings left within me.

Bleak and dull, the night birds sung,
The same songs that broken hearts hum.
Singing every sorry laden song,
Waiting for a morning that would never come

Love,
M💚