What's Become of My Poetry

Fire set ablaze
and turned to ash.
This calling of my name
found an escape.
No longer am I ready
to fight.
I've cowered and
given into the night.
Trying to survive on
anything I can.
Everything I have
is now turned to sand
that falls through my very grasp.
It's taken by the ocean
to a brighter shore.
Traveling through time and space
my dreams are discovered by
someone new.
I stand alone on the sand-less shore
replaced by concrete and
cement walls.
My voice only echoes
back to me.
This space of confinement
makes it hard to breathe.
Whoever finds the sand
I've left behind
please make a castle
as high as the sky.
Mold it and shape it.
Do what you will.
I've passed it on
against my will.
I have no knowledge of how
to wreck these walls.
I have no more sand to
fill this space.
Forever I'll stay in my own echo
which surrounds every
move I make.