I have destroyed whole worlds today
the stench of burning cities fills my nostrils
Quiet agony fills my throat
Endless wreckage is my vision
What horrors my hands have wrought
I step upon the ruined ramparts
I weep upon the ashes

I do not have the power to do such things
so few ripples have I truly brought
And yet my anxious heart feels like its caught
caught and shackled in the dry dust of emotional failure