Shadows Of The Autumn Heart Poem by Alexander Romanov

In the ebb and flow of fleeting years,
I marked the turn to thirty-four, it appears,
Habits gripping, tightening their hold,
Draining light, leaving shadows, growing cold.

When the pain subsides, a hollow remains,
Unable to endure, carrying heavy chains,
Lonely days stretch like sorrowful decades,
Hard drugs offer solace in lonely escapades.

Lost amid autumn's melancholic sway,
Half a world distant, memories in disarray,
From the little girl, love once so cherished,
Faded jeans, sunburnt face, love perished.