On a Field of Frosted Ground

The sun no longer sets, 

It bleeds into the days, 

An endless night 

Tarnished and weathered 

A wielding field of names 

Sorrow shakes a familiar hand 

Greeting, where loss was founded; 

Crescent shapes over footsteps felled, 

Thoughts revolve: rounded. 

Emptied & Depleted, chance has gone 

Under broken bones and pastures. 

Echoes fade, in limited breath, 

Exhaling to the caskets. 

Desperation: 

In the whites of our eyes. 

Recollection: 

A signal of a pulse. 

Withering Ambition: 

The burning of our wants. 

Memories grounded: 

Nothing to be proud of 

Fall into, 

Fixing eyes to dust 

Looking back into, 

The years of what once was.