Depressing Short Stories

Random Poem

As I lay here with all my fears,

drowning in all my tears,

I reach out to grab a hand,

But there's nothing except an empty land.

With no one here, I try alone,

Trying, trying, to find my way home.

Up ahead on the winding road,

I spot a man with a heavy load.

Quickly, I ran as fast as I can,

To help him there, the poor old man.

But as I reach I find nothing there,

Knowing he's gone, I'm in despair.

With nothing except a small pinch of hope,

I continued my journey to my home.

And then I realised, I had no home.

(my second attempt of writing a poem. Made this up when I woke up on morning)