Bereft

Alone... Hollow... Ashen Life promises only death And thus I am again sentenced to solitude In silent contemplation, a vision framed in grey Falls upon world-weary eyes and brings torpor The years behind left drained and colourless I look within to fan the embers Charred and enervated beyond recall to flame For so long, I have journeyed, one weary step upon another The dust of a decade's failures ground underfoot And so I fix my gaze to myriad desolation The harsh wind punished a frail simulacra On the precipice of spiritual oblivion Without and within only ashes remain As the elements now I shall be As one with the enduring stone and the onrishing waters of wild rivers As one with the burnished hue of the dawn And the misty closure of the twilit evenfall To cross the foils and stygian peatfields To stride unfeeling towards the eternal periphery These bitter lands have borne witness to so much That I now embrace within a lonely And burned-out will When only distant memories chime across a spiritual vacuum The last vestiges of life long since extinguished A dying visage whipped by storms charged with the stench of despair The entirety of my essence, the nucleus of my humanity now scoured I am Bereft