Wandering

Poem about confusion and wandering.

Bent and broken, we walk astray
Living life in the most useless way
We are left behind, on us the cold wind blows
Lonely and withered as a winter rose
My love is unreturned, as if simply brushed off
The only feeling I receive is your scoff
Bent and broken, we collapse in pain
We close our eyes, and welcome our life's bane