In the realm of my sins I dwell,
Engulfed by years fleeting in their cruel embrace,
A mere skeleton of bygone glory,
Adorning the grave you have sculpted for me.
Beneath a canopy of darkness, my shadow dances,
Tears once mingling with the earth now mere echoes,
Tracing memories of sun-kissed days on cracked, parched soil.
This captive soul ponders an escape from its tomb,
And waits in promise of a man to light the path..
