Crumb.
Like that broken biscuit left there in the barrel
Reduced to nothing but a crumb
Not sad, nor abandoned or forgotten.
Silent, resolute,numb.
Like the echoes from a tombstone or a cavern.
You’re pleading for your yesterdays return.
The echoes of your life subdued and barron
Woefully you look back and you yearn.
When all you have to fight with is your anger.
On the darkest and the coldest winter’s night.
When your final embers smoulder in the fire.
Defeated and dejected by the fight.
Smiling to disguise the way you’re feeling
LIke trying to get back into the race.
Pretending that the world is on you side
Overwhelmed and beaten by the pace.
When you realise the good times are behind you.
That the mountain that you’ve climbed is at its peak.
When every day you hope that someone finds you.
Tongue tied with the words you long to speak.
You convince the world you have all bases covered.
Assure yourself that you’ll come out on top.
Another you will soon be rediscovered.
Longing for the misery to stop.
You climb a mountain that is never ending.
Thoughts hit like a corkscrew through your head.
You feel your spirit rising then descending.
Desolated,Devastated, Dead.