Unhabited Heart

Ever daunting,more eccentric is what is left of me There is no goodness left in me to see. The roads have become patchy Quite rough and vague Because there is no good left for any risks to take. No happiness,no wonders, no zeal along There is only tenpramental aloofness which is meant to be wrong The place has become cold There is no heart for any feelings to hold The place once blossomed with dalias and dashes But there is no love left at which one gazes No signs for existence No signs for any persistence. You can't follow your dreams here Because there is nothing left but ghostly screams of fear The place is unhabited,a never opened gift Which once was meant for the love to lift. No memories,no softness is left around, There is this boundless sky and a beligerant ground.