Analysis of nightfall

It’s nightfall & I’m lost with the bewildered roads
that never wanted to reach her...

Lost in the empty hills from attrition
with the night owls scanning the darkness
Feeling the pulse of dawn

The sky is still in limbo
About the memory of silence whispering
About my sorrow that never filled a book
words constantly spilling over the sides 

The hunger of my poems on a plate
My healing notions in a wooden cup.
I’m dehydrating, and death is carrying
his photo albums and coming over
with a cup of his favorite mix,
To take me to his kingdom of fear
shamed & naked,
To be buried an orphan in a plot.

A eulogy sung by the moaning roses
The humming of prayers standing there
with surviving dreams that could perish 
If the gray seasons arrive a little late.

But the roads never wanted to reach her
she's unforgiving
so death is coming over early
And I’m alone and too far from home.

I’m hugging the darkness
Feeling the pulse of dawn
crawling over the hills.

Pondering how things could have become
In the miracle of silence.