SURVIVAL

I stand on the peak of my years

Gazing downward at the ruin and rubble

Of time well wasted and dreams long dead.

The trash of trials and pyre of promises

Smoldering in the disarray of my existence.

 

The carnage of a thousand cares

Not one worthy of the moments spent

A bundle of lies hosting a hoard of flies

A  vagrant pond of tears of my thoughtless making

I stand in awe as witness to the wreckage of my life.

 

The smoke is pungent with accusations

Rodents rummage through forgotten wrongs

And the monument of me now is ashes

Collapsing into the void of memories lost

I stand and wonder, how did I survive me?