Desolate

 

The landscape withers and dies,

as I wander on my way...

Churches silence their chimes...

Trees turn old and frail.

Once joyful, 

the birds,

now still, subdued,

turn their melodies,

Into a melancholic tune...

The desolate scenery,

Reflecting every 

teardrop I hold back...

When did the world become so bleake?

When did my soul become so black?

Swift as a blink of an eye,

I fell in love,

With the sorrows I wrote...

Within locked doors

I walked aimlessly,

Broke!

Unaware of my path,

or just blind to see...

I found it at last,

hidden in me!

Text by C.M.V.R (MySoulToTake)

Art by Dall-E