Wane most delusions
of own personal strife
Pinched all trimmings
with potential just rife
Reverie broken barely
day turned into a night
Upon boarded journey
time was now to alight
Urge though nurtured
yet life along moved
Regrets now company
of all values disproved
In quest for little bliss
how the time flew past
A trail filled with agony
got traded in contrast
Awaiting still my share
for fate to aptly bestow
Each time tried to rise
got pushed far below
Rummaged in residue
for somewhat to excite
But in old dead cinders
no fire was left to ignite
None of any alternates
except silently behold
A devastated aftermath
in twilight itself unfold
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