Behind is desolation
Hope is a delusion
Love is lost

Faith comes at a cost
Anger is 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
I am denied and cast  aside

What is not, cannot be
What is, always was

Destruction is its own demise
I will survive.

Photo by Markus Spiske