Tongue rummaging for words,
Head pounds with despair,
My voice escapes from my parted lips,
Dissolving in tonight’s murky air.


I watch my shadow shape in the dark,
An unsure mélange of apathy and disdain
I struggle to shake it off my burdened being,
Despite the knowledge that it’s in vain.


Who has left and what has gone by,
I recount, stumbling through the scattered ruins,
And then I leave it all to gather dust,
Stepping on the dying embers, while the sky is still dim