He embarks to gather
The fragmented past
Scattered shards of memory
Void and in tatters

Where refuge is sparse
He endures in thought
Through the desolate sprawl
That yields, open heartache

Bleakness does not waver
As he scours with care
Inching toward fury
With every slab reclaimed

Scouring grows reckless
As he fumes with bygone anguish
With rage, thought undone
Consigned to time’s, deepest chasm

Recovered sorrow
Pierces him once again
Latched firm to his being
Endeavoring, to meet his fall