My thoughts of love are hollowed out empty words,
Like a barren tree whose leaves cut by season’s swords,
Beneath the blue sky I once sang her love’s lullaby,
Now swirling in agony in an endless ballad of sigh.
Memories haunt me like fearful team of ghosts,
Her beautiful memories my soul always hosts,
No matter how much I long, beg and plea,
I won’t feel the glorious spring, let alone see.
Life naked, stricken and stripped down to bare,
To fall and dry like autumnal leaves of despair,
A gnawing heartache lingers through the day and night,
Crushing melancholy taking its grip on me very tight.
My sigh travels through the muck in the air,
Amplified many times till it tears my ears,
Emptiness is surrounding me in whole,
Dissecting my heart and piercing my soul.