The old and strong
Do not wither
They stand tall and fast
High and mighty above the rest
Their roots are deep
And cannot be severed with ease
Yet if you try
And god forbid
that you do succeed
A loneliness
A sense of guilt
Will push and pelt at you very soul
Simply, a certain darkness
Will cloud your heart
Leaving you to wander
Lost,
Haunted by your past mistakes
Knowing that not even
A good nights sleep
Could save you.
Jan 28, 2015
Jan 28, 2015 at 11:25 AM UTC
The old and strong
Do not wither
They stand tall and fast
High and mighty above the rest
Their roots are deep
And cannot be severed with ease
Yet if you try
And god forbid
that you do succeed
A loneliness
A sense of guilt
Will push and pelt at you very soul
Simply, a certain darkness
Will cloud your heart
Leaving you to wander
Lost,
Haunted by your past mistakes
Knowing that not even
A good nights sleep
Could save you.