Ashes

The fire has died

And all I’m left with are the ashes

The grey remains of what once was

A silver powder, which will disappear with the slightest breeze

 

The earth is spinning

And I’m standing still not moving

The shadow of the person I used to be

A distant image is the life I had once desired for myself

 

The future is uncertain

And I have no remedy

The days seem bleaker with every passing month

A tragedy of loneliness too dark to describe too real to endure

 

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