I am fragile; I am weak.
I am insignificant and unimportant.
Washed and redefined.
Weathered until there remains but dust
And within the dirt; no more is left of me.
Cast Iron in sandstorm,
As simple as sand beneath the tides
Or rust on a forgotten sword.
The more waste collects as the cherished
are stripped away from what they hold.
Far too jaded to realize the part that withered away.
Far too destroyed to recognize the truth.
Forgotten lost memories, fade away with the wind
Until tomorrows bring the new moon
Hidden beneath the rainfall.
So desolate and misplaced among the mortals' ashes.
Swept away as the clouds once were, so long ago.
Yesterdays have gone; never to return.
As the flowers that ceased to bloom in the sun.
Left to fade away and decay without reason, or life.
