The Broken Soul

The broken soul,
With its void of meaning,
Twisted sayings,
All shattered, bare,
With nothing left,
But endless care,
Unable, to mend its past.

As the heart beats out,
With the pain of regret,
As the passed days' memories,
Tumble back into focus,
Taunting reformed, & heady ideals,
Stealing away, all vigour of intention,
That promised new hope,
To an old, laughing clock.

Gone are the days,
Ne'er, to return,
As the ashes of youth,
Bear the slenderest proof,
Of a truth, that is carried,
Away, in the wind,
To a place, known by noone,
And, where noone, has been.