Pm76

My hope is now gone
my opinion is wrong
to look forward to
dreams always arise

to rain to fog to a
bird out of tune to
the night the moon
the stars the sun

laughter the fun
I am depressed I
will survive and
go on pain doubt

could be myself
but how what do
I do to solve
me I have done

many things if
I achieved and
complete won't
suffer again

I will meet me
and then I will
become a leaf to
all the avenues

I have been down
but no seed has
been planted to
grow the tree