Falling from the ground

As the birds sat and sang on the old dark willow tree
The bright sun shined happily in the blue sky
While the cold wind blew across the maze
Sat there alone a pair of lost teary eyes
That just yearns to feel again...

To belong to delicate emotions
such as happiness, such as love,
Do such emotions still exist,
Is it even feasible to reach it..

Questions after questions popped up
As the tears rolled down silently,
A heart so broken for decades long
Torn and tattered
Shredded to pieces
Is there hope to mend the broken wings?
Will there be light to fill the void?

Memories so painful thought was long gone,
Still lurking deep inside
Pulling a sinking ship into a pool of suppressed emotions
That was left to just drown

Is there hope to mend the broken wings?
Will there be light to fill the void?
Alone and cold hope is failing,
Falling slowly from the ground....
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