The start of an end

A day goes by as such

like a debt with a foreboding touch

reflections in the mirror bring peace

that someone knows me in this house deceased

the fruit goes ripe on the tree

only to be plucked, wondering a fate that be

the silence booms around my head

a solemn call to the years I tread

one by one they trickled by

now i stand aghast with world to defy

but i will myself to stay strong

much at stake for things to go wrong

'cause close to the hearth the hope burns bright

basking in its sheen I marvel the light

my hopes were meant to be as high as the sky

saw even the sky buckle over and cry

the droplets now awash my face

the hope is gone, leaving despair in place