Time
consumes
every bit;

Seconds sent
to poetry,
a life spent
cultivating
my humanity,
to see it
slowly recede,
values exchanged
for the pleasures
I gained.

My morality
is a tiny treasure,
a golden globe
glowing
against
the deepest
dark.

Surrounded
by the absurdity
of humanity’s
ignorance
and cruelty
all the tints
and hues of me
melt away
like snow
on a spring day.

All emotions
fade to numbness,
all goodness
goes into
nothingness.
Till, I am no more.