Dwellings of Somberance

Marking off another day, ever wondering

Will the sun return in warm embrace?

Will the stars illuminate the night sky once more?

As chills crawl across my skin and reality starts to sink in

This martyrdom turns to a misguided suicide

The burning question without an answer

Levee to the imminent flood

Destined downfall as the cracks sprawl

Stern and absolute, leaving the delicate façade brittle

Intricately woven ties undone effortlessly

Dissolution of bonds once unbreakable

The internal turmoil, vicious and relentless

Yet unable to consume my soul

With every setback, every struggle

The fight endured and overcome

Albeit, breakdown inevitable to ensure sturdy reparations

Is it possible to restore what is lost?

Patience, virtue or fallacy?

Abstain from rash decisions, endure without promises

Dwellings of somberance make poor homes

Foreboding abode, vacant and remote

Unable to reminisce while futures are already histories

Seasons cycle and stories unfold