back again
back again
back again

here

here is…
a crater of
failed
ambitions

here is…
a field
of dead
dreams

here is…
now,
living in the
pain of the
past

hurtling and
yet not moving
my bright lights
make no
noise

dead before even
beginning,
the end read loudly
before the first word
pronounced

back here,
again,
in the world
of despair

I whisper quietly
the injustices of the
world
while the vanity
of my existence
corrodes my heart
and my mind,
now petrified,
wears away with
the whims of
time