A Path Meant to be Tread

The road is so lonely,

Winding down towards nothing at all.

I have been alone in everything else,

Why not be alone when I fall?

My hope and my heart is gone,

Everything I knew.

Even all of the seeds of happiness

And longing that they once grew.

Now I lay here, wondering why

I had lived for such a short while?

Now I don't have you to keep me going

I won't make it another mile.

And as I lay here in the snow,

I can feel myself sinking fast.

I wonder if I will begin life again,

Or be stuck in an endless past.

Goodbye my friends, and my flower, too,

I will see you when the world turns cold.

Perhaps, then, when we see each other once more,

We all won't be as bold.