Tragedy

My heart cries out like a fallen tree
grown with aspiration,
but never reached its full potential.
Struck down and burnt is where you find me.

Like the sun I have risen and gone down again,
but my sun rays have become empty,
and my warmth lost its warmth.
And this time lost in time makes it all feel the same.

And if this life's become a melody,
will there be someone to remember me?
I feel like all that there is left for me
consists of jitteriness and tragedy