Bound

Inside out all I see is black white and drought.
Places crumble feelings fall, but there's
nothing I can do to stop it all.

Right round the bend it keeps on coming, when
will it ever end? Destroying hope as it goes,
I wonder how people will cope.

Black is dominant how are people still on track?
Looking around my mind falls bleak, my knees
get weak, the pain in my heart why did it
have to start.

I feel nothing just the gloomy rain
feeling as if I will never have anything to gain.

Wanting the ground to swallow me so I can hear
no sound, but I'm left standing still because
I am bound.