Embers (poem)

In those glowing embers,
that fading crimson hue,
these remenants that remain,
those moments of time ingrained in my mind,
in between the fickering shadows, that decietful darkness,
where these pictures unfurl in the quiet stillness,
the ashes of my soul,
those dreams once told, now mere echoes that unfold,
in quiet whispers spoken inside,
These days of silent reflection,
meditation,
now I abstain,
remain in darkness,
turn away and sink far below
here alone I wait,
here where none can follow,
deep in the hallows, in this lonesome tavern,
deep within this lowly cavern
where those few captured moments unwind
hidden inside this crumbling mind,
in the firing of neurons, protons,
photons that defy conception,
these moments of reflection,
it was my never my intention,
and should refrain from the mentioning,
but i cannot contend, nor pretend anymore,
and while I am sure of what must be done,
it seems I lack rhe courage,
to stand and rise tall,
forever destined to fall,
deeper still into the darkned abyss,
I will die and none will miss
nor shall have ever shown, or will it ever be known,
that I had ever lived at all.
Leave me here, to shed these hopeless tears,
and in mouring shall I live these remaining years.