The Begging Tree
Dark shadows willow under trees of the forgotten essence,
I feel lonely again,
The honey strikes through reflections of the moon.
Does anyone care for me?
Do I deserve to fear the lonely future?
Or does the universe have a plan.
Yet still the clouds roll in unhalting,
To cover my eyes blind,
I put my hands forward into petrifying darkness.
Witnessing the great meaning of rain through heavy fog,
begging for another day to come,
For another chance to find the rough patterns on a brick wall.
I feel forgotten and lonesome,
Sitting in the dark crevice between two faces of rock,
Ragged and broken.
So too does the future hold such a bitter taste in my mouth,
Memories circle of a once forgotten fate,
Will I ever find true love