sorrow
and pain
hunger
and death
all are synonimous
with what is left
of my life
not much
i'm afraid
to look at here
just the desolate ruins
of what used to be
what was that?
you calmly ask
happiness and love
talent and care
amazing how fast
depression can sear
your life
come one, come all
to the doleful hall
as you travel this path
watch your heart
hold it close
and hold it dear
or love will never again
come near
~erika boal