Where to go?

No where to be found.
Nothign to be seen.
Its a lonley place, Being with me.

Nothign to see.
No where to go.
Just a side from everyone.

Theirs nothign to be seen.
Nothing but a voice.
A whisper in the wind.
A call oa a day, that will never end.

Just sit and watch.
As the days go by.
Your eyes get heavy.
A storm begins.
A knock on the door.

But noone is their.
It was just your spirit.
Their was no true friends.

The tears dripp softly.
And the rain pours.
As you notice the Crow that says "nevermore".
You rememberthe poetry of Edgar allen Poe.

As you think you decide... Their isnt anymore.