Midnight Wander

A troubled mind amidst the warm Winter night
Go wander beneath the pale moonlight
Though sounds abundle flitter to and fro
No birds or squirrels or another living soul

Though forward moving, the mind unfolds
A wall of memories, from days of old
As fear infects, it takes its toll
Upon the current heart and soul

A desperate call, from distant lands
Remain unheard, for empty hands
Whilst feelings of one collapses in
A search from elsewhere hath begin

Despite all doubts, worried steps retrace
And consequence of choices must then be faced
For fear begets that which was feared
And often ends in lonely tears