About sadness life poem

 sadness LIFE☹.

 What do I do , now I have reached 

The edge the cliff is steep to the plain below, miles upon miles of

Empty air and no hand will I hold , but you hand and you  are not there😭

What do I do when  something s black 

of night engulfs me coldly dark

so dark  I tingle with sudden fear

No arms do I need but your arms 

And you are not there 😞

Long forgotten are winding roads

And purple sunsets over 

ocean cold

I count the day in tick s

and tocks,

Kindling the fife with memories.💀