Spent

 
They marched ineffectually through the bay
Seeking a champion to pave the way.
The clarion call emerged
Frosted in bittersweet tears of neglect
Glasses chinked in respect,
the conversation a Lyrical dirge.
Freedom expressed through satellite channel
dressed in the conventional
garb of rebellion.
Meanwhile, the light inside is flickering,
bickering  with the shadows
endless repetition of my reflection.
On the kitchen floor
I lay spent.