I emerge

From the grave of my former self

Ash remains

Blow about

Wandering in these desolate plains.

Crumbled walls and

Broken bones

Whisper dead dreams to me

The taste of regret

Lingers behind

A plagued history, now freed.

So I sleep

Among ghosts

Not even the stars can comfort me

Once gifted the burden of holding up the sky

Now

The witness of humanity's demise

I am left standing

Praying I'll be the last one to fall.

-the pillar