Days of Mine

These days of mine have always been dark.  
Lonely and empty, yes bleak and stark.  
My days are like the dying trees of fall.  
The joys of my life I can't recall.  
Yes all of my days I have walked alone.  
Upon my life a lonely wind blown.  
My world has been as a cold December.  
For as long as I can remember.  
Every waking moment so long and hard.  
Fates always dealt me the hanged mans card.  
 
In the garden lovers walk hand in hand.  
Yet among the weeds alone I stand.  
The love they share, I've longed for so much.  
Desperate am I to feel another's touch.  
I often wondered, just how it would be.  
To have a lover whisper to me.  
Stretching out my hand as to find someone.  
All turned away and left me undone.  
I called out for a friend, oh how I tried.  
When no one came something in me died.  
 
I could feel my heart as it turned to clay.  
It then dried up and was blown away.  
Taken from me and left empty inside.  
In its dark corners now where I hide.  
Curled up and alone, in an empty room.  
Caressed by sadness, embraced by doom.  
Upon the cold floor fall all of my tears.  
They ring so loud and yet no one hears.  
Even though they see me they just walk by.  
No one will wipe the tears from my eye.