Ambition
A soul-cry in agony
behind bitter melodies.
Raised in sweet golden tones
copper to green.
Decomposition doesn't care
what it consumes.
Age takes its hold.
It shakes me gently,
I go on with it,
the only thing left to do.
The kinetic has been
less all along.
Climax turned anti-climax.
The tears are left to tear
the remainder of my ambition.
