Retrace

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