Frustration.
No one to give my love.
No one to hear my tongue.

It’s probably better anyway.
None should shoulder my woe.
None could, anyway.

I have never seen strength.
Only a desperate struggle.

Love knows not I,
though I know it well.
It has escaped my bounds
Like Mari’s last breath.
I am left.
Cold. Dead.
A waking reflection
of what I was.

Just a shadow.