The Hope that things will get better
Is the disappointment that makes it worse
I can feel my greatness evaporating
Leaving an empty vessel
Barely a ghost in a shell
Momentum as kept my limps moving
Slowing down
Ideas seem to be but a shadow of my  former self
Laying in a graveyard
Feelings digging in
Witnessing the beauty of the sky
While death and decay seeps in
Filling the void left by Hopes Broken Promise

(C) Jack Roman