Cold

Here at the end of summer

I watch the days draw in

The pale light so full of questions

That I cannot move on.

Three years of sinking slowly

I can’t take another day

I would give anything

To make it go away

There’s nothing worth believing anymore

There is no place I haven’t been before

The little things that matter pass away

And leave our garden fragrant with decay

It’s just empty space inside now.

Under the barren trees,

Your absence fills the silence

And your voice still haunts my dreams

I can’t find a sense of purpose

I can’t seem to get a hold

I can’t find my peace of mind

It leaves me feeling cold

©Dust