Cut
by shards of darkness, alone
in freezing, cold nights
Waiting
for life to take its destined turn
As endless time meanders
through the deep, dark
valleys of fear,
Illusions
of happiness shatter on
hardened anvils of the real
Colours mix into an ashen gray
Dreary
tracts of the never taken path
beckon with sarcastic glee
sapping at the root of all
Energy
withering away, the last remnants
of what once was
nurtured with much hope
Questioning
the very essence of my being
its existence in doubt
of itself.
