Twisted Words

The winds mourn, the trees sways sorrowfully, and the bones cries within. It's grief. The ache is too much to bear, like a mountain upside down, piercing my heart. It's grief. Where am I? Where should I go, and who should I seek? Lost. I tripped and blood flowed, like rivers in my leg. But no tears was in existence. Despair. But I still stand, I still walk. But, a question I have for myself. Should I choose to fall, or should I choose, to fall?