The Cold Evening

In a dark and lonely road I walked;

Hopeless,broken and alone;

The trees were grim and the weather was cold;

And I was staring at the moon;

How bright it is, in this dark world;

Nowhere to go, no place could hold my pain;

So I tried to reach my home;

But I was afraid, hapless and lost;

In this big cruel world;

The cold winds came through;

And the tree leaves began to fall;

At last I reached my home;

And again I entered my sad room;

To sit on that lonely chair;

To write a sad  poem again.