Poetic Reflection

In this torn and withered husk,
passion had once resided.
But as I sit alone in the dusk,
I see that the flames have subsided.

For I was once full of life,
but my grace was taken from me...
Since then I have bathed in strife,
and grew akin to misery.

Those flames now embers,
the dreams now dead...
and the heart still remembers...
all of the words that were said.

So count me among the fallen ones,
with your condescending stares...
For I have spent many moons and suns,
in the void where nobody cares.

I've walked in the land of broken dreams,
and have wallowed in sorrow's great marsh.
I have endured as my lone heart screams...
questioning a penance so harsh.

So go on and judge me, to you heart's content,
and label me as others do...
One day you will see, that my words were meant...
to stir the unrest that's deep within you.