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