Under a Dark Cloud

Just as autumn in its cruel mode

Shedding leaves from trees

So with thy departure from abode

Peace and calm from body flees

Never did criticize how rough thee rode

Those wild sprees,

Blindly following what steps I strode.

Now begging forgiveness on bended knees..

Crazy nights with anxiety my spirits erode,

Somehow if it enables and frees,

Ticking like a timer about to explode.

In silence to sound of humming bees.