Wither

Knots of time,
stains of yesterday,
the present bleeds,
my need never ceases,
corroded by the horror,
of youth spoilt,
squandered love,
and wretched regret.

Sweet reminence,
caressed bitterly,
by loss,
by gain,
the futility of my actions,
haunts my gaping eyes,
forever,
never,
tattered fragments,
a broken mirror,
reflecting the imperfect.

Too far away,
ashes in my blood,
dust for a heart,
the ruin of reason,
to be part of something,
anything,
anyone,
no one remains,
withered away.