The mist of heart

It is neither heaven nor even hell,
a place of sadness and grieve,
trees are planted but not cared,
they die and wilt in sad,
the sun has never been so hot
as rain pours down the land
to mark the misery of the heart
that cries so hard
that mourns for love
and the sky is black
ready to blow
massive tears of sorrow.
as night drop by
the eye of gloomy day,the moon
stares the star angrily
that the stars hide it light and no bright
twinkle by the clouds.
as morning dews flow
from leaves' skin
the sun shines as dim
as a broken lamp
to shine no matter
just spark seems to be dawn
and brownish mist
covers the heart
to tell a story of gloom
it is called the mist of the heart....