Lost in the darkness of my own soul

by Taner Chotsika

In a forest full of storms, Noticing leaves ’ forms I am lost in this pleasing place, In this lovely natural space.

I feel trees whipping around my soul Autumn woods stripped to coal. Wild winds of winter Tearing my cold black soul.

I see the lost galaxies, Under the black gravity, Every fear, every hope I share Becomes a star hanging in the air.

Now my hopeful emotion is gone, In the deepest of oceans, In the highest of mountains In the tallest dark trees.

Loneliness casts this darkness Which drains my life ’ s happiness. I miss her so much. All I need is my beautiful dark soul…