All That’s Left

(For the man who lost everything in the turmoil of life)

Ashes left,
of all memories, bits and pieces of you.
A new phase,
picking up myself I’ll make it through.
I see all,
in shades of black and white and mostly red.
Piercing my walls,
devastation swoops in and rips me to shreds.
to my presence all through, but I take the blame.
I learnt all were, all’s nothing but a game.


I’ve stopped,
caring about the world, since I’ve none to lose.
No more to fight for,
since none came for me, when it was time to choose.
All the weight,
lifted off my shoulders, disintegrated into dust.
Shattered vows,
December promises. Yet, unbroken trust.