Going this journey alone is becoming a swamp of no return

Lost in the brush or stuck in the mud I become

Each days journey never ending even when the sun winds down

Endless hours toiled with no harvest from the soil

Empty promises shrill in empty ears and hallow halls

Eyes sunken and shallow, it seems impossible to swallow whole this new reality

Never ending hours working hard like a tireless hornet

Nest muddy and hallow like my brain feels ever hallowed night

The swallow knows my pain as it sings it’s eire song on the crack of the new morrow

Withered branches grasp me as I wallow in this depressed state

Agape and agitated I drown amongst the dead leaves, hallow

My chest heaves in pain and deep sadness as I look back in pain

My entire life looking like a great sheet of Flordia rain