Fires failing

Wondering
Hope failing
Love seeping away
Tenderness gone astray
Walls getting high
Unheard sigh
Drifting away from society
Giving up on sobriety
Souls growing cold
As we get old
Too much to bear
No longer seems to care
Shadows are circling around
Chanting some silent sound
More people hurt
Being more curt
Rarely is there light
Hardly seen by sight
Drudgery of everyday
There is nothing to say
Stuck in such a deep hole
Scampering about it like a mole
Not seeing the light of day
With nothing useful to say
Never quite knowing where they go
Little need either to know
Until that fateful end
When you become once again part of earth's blend