Hungry for Love

Forest, forest, forest
Lives chaos, death and danger.
The scrunching leaves were like the sound of cracking bones,
The stars nowhere in sight.

It’s just me, alone, hopeless and isolated,
As each leaf leaves its tree, it's like each heart is skipping a beat.
As each tree counts how many years they have lived.

I feel as if my years are counting down towards how many years I have left
I’m surrounded with anguish
No family, no friends and soon to be no life.