Asthenia

White smoke pervades the dark
And cool damp the limbs
Gravity cloaks the light
Shadows burn before you
A silent sough imbues the night

The monotone sound of time
Sings an elegy of emptiness
And all strength withers
In desire, where it falls
And the swallows drown in bleakness

The moss-covered firmament
Takes the warmth from the world
But the silence burns warmly
– and the wind moans gelidly

The monotone sound of time
Sings an elegy of emptiness
And all strength withers
In desire, where it falls

Everyone feels it
In Asthenia
The compassion – that burns so bright
The confidence – that sinks in light

(And the swallows drown in bleakness)

But healing, though, is not in sight