the days of true meaning

are misted into a past life

toned like a distant memory

obscured by dark clouds of time

slumped in this rough stool

eating, ingesting this fare

that once i craved with bliss

but now flavored with void

walking, observing the clicks

of my meaningless steps

with no destination or lead

enclosed with absence and dree

staring at this reflection

that doesn’t belong to me

eyes swelled with redundant lines

a mouth brimmed of needless lies

when i lie awake or asleep

i can feel this shell rotting

crumbling away every piece

of anything i felt before

a serene vision springs to mind

meals were savored with bliss

my steps harmonized in song

the reflection spoke in glist

behind this phony grimace

stitched onto my face

is a mind composed of notions

aching for those days