In the graveyard of forgotten hope,
Where memories hang on a fraying rope,
I wander, lost, unable to cope,
With the ashes of dreams I cannot stoke.

The stars above, distant and pale,
Mark the time that begins to fail,
Every breath a slow, soft wail,
A fragile soul too frail to sail.

Dust and bones are all that remain,
The whispers of joy now laced with pain,
In this silent tomb, I stake my claim,
A nameless shadow, a forgotten name.