Existence on the Exit

I took a long walk through a mental forest to claw my way to and through wasteland to get to a different kind of forest and then on to a beach.

My temple turned into a cave
and the cave turned into a tomb
the tomb turned into a fragile shell and it chipped and cracked
chipped and cracked
chips and cracks
chip and crack
until it and I were nothing
nothing more than a pile of dust.
The dust blew away
and there was nothing more.

C. Roach

Author's Note

Ignore nay obvious or petty problems, just read what's being said.