The saddest day I’ve ever had
Lies shrouded there, in time;
The nights I spent among the mad,
These are not yet in rhyme
The cheerless road of winter, where
Despair was born of doubt –
Just like the greatest loss I’ve known
That I don’t write about
Yet, I hope what I do not say’s
Relatable, somehow –
There’s madness in the very air,
It’s all around us now
Still there, within the frozen past,
The branches bare I see;
A lonely road in winter, where
I lost the best
Of me
To share is human:
