My Niche of Yearning

 
On and on I writhe
Without a moment of rest
Stirring
With a hearth of longing
Scattering
The embers of distress

When am I to cave
To commune
With the rising dust?

Like the shards of old
Toppled over
By the swift and tireless present

Far off reveries
Have cursed me to rot
In this niche of yearning
In these trenches of regret

By the hour they cry
Faltering shrill
Scattering the kind earth
Into flaming shards of death

The howling departs
And I’ve long eroded
Into a withering shadow
Torn away from my former self