When all is lost

When all is a void,

nothing with substance,

a crater formed of good intentions,

now blown away by

the unforgiving wind.

A drop of life remains.

When will it fall?

To end it all.

A destiny cracking like

a burning fire.

Drifting from breath

to numbness and loss.

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