i collect
the husks of
my own
dead dreams
spread them
across the floor
so every step
is a reminder
of how i
will never see
them come to
fruition.

i have tried
so hard
every day
yet all there is
surrounding me
is the nothing
i deserve
screaming
unheard into
the echo chamber
cultivated
out of a life
better spent
unlived.

empty verses
whispered to
an indifferent
cosmos
sipping coffee
as the rain
falls
wishing it could
wash away
the illegitimacy
of a fool
no one hears
but knowing
some stains
become
permanent.