Behind desolation
Hope a delusion
Love is lost
Faith comes at a cost
Anger a drain
Exhaustion is all that remains
The end inevitable?
Fate unalterable?
Too tired to care
Condemned for the sacrifices one has made,
by demands insatiable
I search for that which I cannot find
But instead, I am denied and cast  aside
It is what is, against what is not
What is not cannot be
What is always was
Destruction is its own demise
and I will survive.

Photo by Markus Spiske