Fire To My Pyre

You ask, ‘What is wrong?’

As you overlook my pyre,

My essence fades in a song,

Extinguished by time’s fire.

—-

Your piercing words mock my plight,

Indifferent to my despair,

The cold air, dim light

Reflects the void everywhere.

—-

The purpose is a fleeting ghost,

A whisper in the abyss,

Life’s meaning—an empty boast,

A riddle none shall miss.

—-

In the end, dust we become,

Echoes lost in the silent night,

To a world deaf and numb,

Where shadows devour the light.