Stricken by an aged ailment
or perhaps a ruined longing!
To reclaim life,
I gaze into the mirror,
but what greets me there?
The shattered dwelling of despair
Ruins a reflection of my soul.

Within, I am pursued
by a vanishing effort to erase
memories defiled.
Even the joyful moments
seem now transfigured into sorrow.
The numb heart,
whatever fragment yet survives,
succumbs swiftly
to the weight of despair.

If some new light
emerges along this journey,
does hope endure
or flee unbidden?

Amid the ageing affliction,
the one who waits silently knows
this time itself
is the companion of dreams
and the promise called longing.