Wind Blowing Cold

Wind blowing cold,
sky growing dark,
branches trembling,
'twas sounding stark.

A long way to go,
to find my home.
I shouldn't have stayed late,
when I should have gone home.

No place to walk,
the sky was pitch black.
I've lost my way,
I've lost track,

of where I was going.
Not a good sign,
when your memory,
is in a decline.