Why does every wall around me 
fall down all at once, 
I'm forced to scatter my own ashes, 
My knees buckle when I try to run. 

With no escape or helping hand, 
To illuminate this pit, 
Blinded by my own demise, 
What can I do but sit? 
And sit. 
And think.
Of all the times 
I was the crutch that kept you standing on your feet. 
That now as I'm about to sink
I see no ladder dangling
Within my outstretched reach.