to all sad souls

... it's like walking a path
  on a tight thread,
that more you pull it with
the more steps you strangle ...
everything you say
it's running ahead,
but in the way you walk alone
with a low look
you will never see the sky.
A whisper to all
the sad and abandoned souls
To those to whom
never a thought comes,
I feel your cold.
it's ash,
that burned
and now fly
silent in the air
melancholy returns to the ether
that sooner or later
it will kill us all.