Metamorphosis of the soul (part 2)

Once, I sought meaning in the fold of the day,

But purpose unraveled and slithered away.

The world hums on, indifferent and vast,

While I am a relic of a forgotten past.

I plead with the stars, cold and aloof,

For mercy, for answers, for some kind of proof.

But silence responds, as silence does best,

Leaving the weight to collapse in my chest.

Perhaps my decay is a lesson in truth,

That life devours both beauty and youth.

What remains is a husk, a shell, a stain—

A creature of longing, tethered to pain.

And yet, in this horror, a flicker survives,

A grim determination to feel alive.

For even in ruin, there’s something to seek:

The fragile hope 

of a life unique.