Ash-laden smoke rising
Fading embers sparkling amongst the wisps
Whispering memories burrowing into your chest

Cold wind whipping across your cheeks
Nose biting like an icicle
Staring into the dark trees topped  by smoky skies
Grey is the feeling and the inherent knowing
It is sadness swaying to the tune of apathy

Which will I choose to carry?
The anguish of oppressive  grief
Or the festering rot of ennui

If I try escaping
I only end up running in circles
An ouroboros of ravaging hunger
I chew off my own tail to keep from starving