Fallen

Fallen
Like the heart
From a ragged sleeve
Withered
The glamour lifted
From swollen eyes
Glasses
With rose tints
Removed from bowed head
Freedom
Desperately unwanted
Beckons to unenthusiastic heart
Future
Unmapped as single path
Beckons to resigned footsteps
Empty
A vessel drained
Dropped in unrepentant haste
Alone
Singularity observed
In all-consuming dread
Ended
Finality dawns
No possible return


Terry Rhiannyr
June, 2012