Ash.

Now all I can see is the ash,
Burned from broken hearts and dreams.
Searching through this, cannot find peace,
While the mind and body just scream.

Ashes and they all fall down,
Ashes of me falling on the broken ground,
Smoke remains but never the fire,
Once you learn everything you desire,
is only for hire if you can pay the fees.

Sifting through what is left behind in the aftermath,
Of every trauma that broke a once strong back.
Cannot find love inside me, the same scene outside.
Only thing I get is better to suffer internal, never attack.

Ashes and they all fall down,
Ashes of me falling on the broken ground,
Smoke remains but never the fire,
Once you learn you are the liar,
and can only mire in the ashes of what was once called home.
–Thomas Spychalski