Alone in the dusk of my days
I mourn the loss
Of all I hold dear.
Tis the end of what-was
With no what-will-be to come
Heart hardened
Shattered
Pierced by shards
Too tired to staunch the flow
All that I could have been
Seeping in to the barren ground
Drying to dust
Winds of time
Blow me away
The empty shell of me carries on
Mimicking what once was a life
Blindly grasping
At nothing but wisps
Memories scattered in the breeze
Until even my husk
No longer remembers
Who I might have become
© 2012 Barbara Huffert
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