Echo

My will has faltered,
when its strength was my salvation;
I have turned away, and closed my eyes,
and in the silence, I hear my screams echo.
Falling nearly to death from exhaustion
I let sleep take me into the realm of dreams
- to my love whose face I cannot see -
abandoning my responsibilities. 
Running, no,
truthfully, hiding from those who need me to play guardian:
Defender of all the hope and strength of those around me.
How foolish of the to believe in me.
My heart is locked.
My heavy curtains closed to the twinkling stars,
and my mind blissfully imprisoned from the world outside;
my life no longer lead by a moon,
endlessly growing with child, and withering in death;
the dawn and dewy morning ignored,
the setting day not given a passing thought.
And love - love so nauseating, so mushy.
Predictably childish, pathetically contagious -
love, such as that no longer exists within my imagination.
I am an empty shell, and
the deep regrets of my past pursue my future.
And I scream, the sound giving breath to my echoes,
and I am ashamed.