The Origins Of Ruin

Hand on heart, head in hands

The light is fading now

It cannot pierce the darkness

Nothing left to build upon,

except the mounting fear that none of this was worth it

Hand on pen, pen to page

Focus though I may, my words have failed me

Emptiness consuming me

The shadows of my broken hope play in the dying night

Tears in eyes, eyes wide open

Staring at the glass

The face I see knows everything

Words I've written

Letters never sent

Only signposts marking out the origins of ruin