Fallen Glory

Night brings the loneliness,
Solitude resplendent-
Fallen glory,
My thoughts turn to you.
Past merges with the Present,
As Future looks grim and bleak.
Faded dreams,
In tatters-
Hopes in blue rings of ash-
Settle all around me.
The butts pile up-
As the shots reach a fever pitch.
I try to wipe off the image of you,
From my brain-
Your scent- lingers in my blood.
Passively pensive,
 I watch in my mind's eye-
The happy past streaming by.
All that remains-
Are broken smiles.
You may have been the victor,
In this battle against Fate.
Yet do you feel the sticky sweetness
Of your ugly joy tonight?
Do you at all-
Turn back to watch me-
Or have you really been so heartless-
To turn your back to me-
And watch me die slowly?
An ache- a void- consumes me-
My palate is bitter.
Devoid and barren-
I feel distant from my own self-
As my self-belief is left shaken.
The core of me is repelled-
Appalled- at the inevitable.
Yet I force myself to live on-
Exist ceaselessly in insouciance-
Living in pain-
Living in the past.