Ravens and vultures,
They circle above, 
Awaiting my downfall,
For my last breath,
My end;
My death.

Foreboding fate 
Feels inescapable ..
They circle all the more,
In thickening air, 
As the sky darkens, 
In profound despair.

All the while,
I cry out in vain desperation.
My cries remain unheard, 
Gone with the wind..
Thoughts grow frantic,
Reverberating endlessly, 
In dark desolation.

Frozen, I cannot move.
Ensnared by agony,
Held captive by
Distant memories,
My endeavors 
Lost within the rain. 

Am I nothing, 
But a scarecrow? 

My awaited death,
Never followed.
Isolation surrounds me,
More than ever before, 
Feeling hollow,
With a painted on face.

I need to feel
Alive once more 

My soul aches,
I long for peace,
In this clouded existence,
And obscurity.

All I hear,
Is meloncholic melodies,
These dark thoughts,
overcoming me. 

I long to break free
From the chains of despair,
And dance in the rain
Of newfound hope.
© WhisperingMelodies