Forsaken

My spirit, Incinerated. Its ashes Descend back into That dark crater: That inky opaque abyss, Where the slightest din Is swallowed, Where that one fragment of light is asphyxiated, Held down, Stripped and raped from its alluring, golden iridescence. It drowned in its own tears And then scattered across its own grave. They turn their backs With apathy entrenched into their depths: The reason for my oblivion