Wasteland

I'm choking on the dust and ashes of a dream
What have I done?
I take a step back to examine the damage
This one is in no shape to salvage
I fall to my knees as the realization sweeps over me
Acceptance is such a cold word, and it's showing its ugly face
I think it's sad how I hold so tightly to the fragments of a shattered hope
The shards cut deep into my skin
Yet I still won't loosen up my grip
I clear the ash from my lungs but the air's too thick to draw a fresh breath
So many pages left unwritten and I'm so close to giving up
I scream
This frustration is overwhelming
I am exhausted and collapsing on hand and knee
Crawling through the smouldering debris
Glowing embers light my path
Who knew such beauty could come from pure destruction
I'm digging through the rubble hoping I will find some remnants of what it is I've lost sight of
But I'm still stumbling, tripping, struggling to keep my balance and sanity
I've been holding on to what is left
Held together by a thread my reality comes crashing down
Hope is hard to find in this wasteland
It's hidden beneath the rubble and left to die