Unnamed Remains

The rising sun brings the undone
Of each and every day
In the house of decay
That awaits none to come
Black mold and water stains
Are the charred remains
Of what never was
Yet is always the same
Different but unchanged
Where dead echoes of prayers
That no one hears
Drift through chambers
Then fall on fears
Of alone, gone
Nothing and no one
Where broken window
And empty chair
Left abandoned there
Without purpose or care
Couldn't know when or where
The meaning went
Or why it left as it held fast
To the dying breaths
That tried to catch
But could not grasp
Anything left to make it last
To change the past
Or even each or every day
Where sundrops scattered
Into the gray, bleak
Abysmal desolate halls
That still wear the prints
Of the footfalls
Of opaque ages past
Things that were meant to last
But could not withstand
The persistent hand of rot
Which came and conquered
Without a thought
To save anything
Or provide a way
Back from the grave
Where all and everything
Now remain as battlefield slaves
Clothed in garments of shame
Throughout endless time
Alone and unnamed