Remainder of a love lost....
A loser on a lost way....
Prepared to bet it all....

A gambler on his last day...
To blow the dice release a....
Frantic attempt to make way...
Or simply pay the price...

A skeptic and an asshole...
A hole that never fills, slow...
Some pour into the well, though...
Their efforts sacrifice...

Meander through the marshes...
To sprint when night the darkest...
No destination target....
My hair becomes the wind....

The wind within my airs....
The pain within the prayers...
To peel it back remains intact
The feeble say beware....

A relic of a lost day...
To use of life then toss way...
Remainders of a lost light....
That might have turned the page...