My Life in Ruins

The walls collapse, brick by brick, a silent crumble, slow and thick. I watch the dust consume the air, a ghost of dreams that once lived there.

A life misspent, a fate unkind, a hollow echo in my mind. What weight have I upon this place? A shadow lost without a trace.

Would the world breathe lighter now if I had never learned the how— the when, the why, the hollow ache, the steps I took, the past mistake?

No mourners dressed in black parade, no whispered words, no flowers laid. No hands to grasp, no tears to fall, just silence—nothing left at all.

Yet in the ruins, embers glow, No sparks, no hint of hope. If no fire still stirs beneath the stone, perhaps I truly stand alone - dead.