The Withered Forest

In this loneliness I often sleep,
but with dreams fully hollowed.
The love within continues to weep,
and my soul can't help but follow.

To be mediocre is an awesome feat,
for one so socially malign.
Such thoughts only lead to the defeat,
Of a fragile and naive little mind.

Emptiness now rules my stead,
within the echoes of the screams.
My hopes of happiness remain dead,
in the memory of a forgotten dream.

Void of memory, void of lies,
sorrow takes its place from before.
when it awakens, all hope dies,
and is the only casualty in this war.

It would do me well to pretend,
that life is full of joy.
But life is merely a means to an end,
and not one that I will enjoy.

Life has less and less to offer,
with each wretched day that passes.
and all that remains in this coffer,
are the remnants of dispersed ashes.

The ashes were what was left,
of my shattered sense of will.
I get more distressed with each step,
and my heart grows weaker still...

In the great desert of despair,
the rest of life is but a grain.
but for a million miles it will share,
the area where love is pain.

Desert twisters begin to emerge,
to strip me of my intent.
it robbed my soul within the surge,
and returned from where it was sent.

I no longer feel the emptiness,
for sadness has filled the void.
and something begins to manifest,
as the desert is now destroyed.

As ominous as the darkest night,
where hope cannot invade.
the liquid darkness spreads its plight,
as the desert begins to fade.

Again the landscape transforms,
based on the feelings within.
The bubbling muck, and trees that form,
reflect the anguish beneath my skin.

The beautiful forest that was my love,
is now a bayou of unsightly sorrow.
and if you decide to look above,
you will not see the light of tomorrow.

The murky wasteland will devour,
any that are weak and naive.
it has such overwhelming power,
to destroy all that you believe.

I never again will hear the sound,
of the birds chirping in glee.
a beauty so perfect and profound,
yet of course not meant for me.

I will never again lay near the lake...
or feel the warm sunshine.
Love has taken all there is to take,
and imprisoned me in my own mind.

Serenity now lay in waste,
as tears envelop the ground...
for love had created this lovely place...
and so love has burned it down.