All the vultures
Starving for attention
Hovering here
No sense of direction

Mist of sorrow
Hints at horizon's doom
Wisp of smoke
Carries me from room to room

Aerial afterthoughts
Come before the contrition
These lofty watered wishes
Lack all inhibition

Feet I've hardened
And wings I've torn
Dimly-lit dreams I've squandered
And delicate hands I've worn

So here I stand, more devastated
More drained of empathy
And more unsettled
Than I have any right to be