I have gone on days
Stumbling down alleyways
Rummaging the ground to find
Any footprints you have left behind
To illuminate this path I've taken
And ease the pain of a love forsaken

A poet struggles
While mockingbirds entertain
The forest echoes

When i wept
At the tyranny
Of the world
It laughed at me
And my weeping
And went away

This is my night
The moon is
Above the horizon

I sat swiftly
on the edge of my bed.

Linking my two soft hands
is a sheet of paper
ready to be
the ballroom of misery.

I held my pen,
and guided it's movement.

I let it dance on the paper
and transcribe my thoughts,
leaving nothing
but ink of grief.