shattered

Endless seas of sameness burn,
like embers in a coal fire long since spurned.
Being missed here is never a name,
just fragments stolen to patch their pain.

No one gone is coming back,
yet for that, we're not under attack.
Through my window pane, I see the game,
a shadow play of darkened flame.

They emit such whispers, so discrete,
yet never concrete, like ghosts on repeat.
Seeking a god, a voice to hear,
to make the night tread soft, not severe.

In a place so shattered, I barely mattered,
my arms raised high, my resolve tattered.
But desperate, I stand to break the chain,
of hatred's vision, infused with pain.

A new day dawns; I see it now,
tomorrow rises with a brighter vow.
Hope rekindles where darkness fades,
and from despair, a light is made.