Poetry

In the shadow lands of my sorrows
I weep for there is no tomorrow
Tears fall down to the ashen ground
Too petal soft to make a sound
 But I weep not for you
Or all the things I once knew
But I weep for lost hope
For this land and I do not cope
 Still my shadow lands are a barren escape
And I run until sweat soaks my nape
My neck, my body quivered with this joy
As I fell into the arms of my childhood toys
 Hope at last arise with this never lasting moment
And into the wind my soul was sent