WRECKAGE

I walk through corridors of shattered light, Fragments of me scatter across the floor. The echoes of your absence haunt the night, And every step reminds me of what I bore. The walls are crooked, leaning with my fear, I trace the cracks that map where I fell. Your shadow lingers, whispering near, A ghost in the debris I know too well. I sift through wreckage that I cannot claim, Every heartbeat burns like a brand. I search for solace in the flames, But find only ash beneath my hand. I am wreckage, broken into shards, Left behind in the ruins of my grief. I am wreckage, carrying the scars, A hollowed soul that never finds relief. I gather splinters of forgotten dreams, And stitch them into something fragile, raw. The silence screams in violent streams, And I am crushed beneath the weight I saw. Your absence fills the empty spaces left, Where love and hope used to reside. I walk through wreckage, haunted, bereft, And drag the pieces of myself inside. I sift through wreckage that I cannot claim, Every heartbeat burns like a brand. I search for solace in the flames, But find only ash beneath my hand. I am wreckage, broken into shards, Left behind in the ruins of my grief. I am wreckage, carrying the scars, A hollowed soul that never finds relief. The pieces fall I cannot hold them. The cracks widen I am swallowed. Every echo, every shadow, Every trace of you Becomes the wreckage I breathe. I am wreckage, broken into shards, Left behind in the ruins of my grief. I am wreckage, carrying the scars, A hollowed soul that never finds relief.