Pilastri del rimpiantio

Days pass by like shadows in a corridor.

Ever so fast, time moves in my eyes.

The things I do are that of a man,

who feels hopeless, desperate, and bland.

I’m a loser to this cruel world,

yet why do I still walk it?

What keeps me from falling?

Perhaps, my mind is just stalling,

from a truth that will make it burn alive.

The truth of my soddened life,

dug up from the past,

brought to me on a silver platter,

and caught by my desperate gaze.

As I stare into this reality, this truth,

I start to laugh.

For In this remembrance, I have not found a path.

Instead, it was the end of the line.