How I got to this place
This point of confounding indifference
I know not.
I am left feeling empty
Devoid of purpose.
I clutch at strings trying to derive some meaning
It eludes me.
I stare blankly at a canvass confused
Perhaps nothing means anything anymore
The act of looking over my shoulder
Has revealed a long stream of wreckage
That I have left in my wake.
I have squandered love
I have taken for granted the simple joys
That make life worth living
I have hurt good people that deserved better
I should not have looked back