Vacant

Vacant,

dreams seem distant,

I don't remember, 

when was the last time,

I awakened,

to exuberance...

Wistful, 

gazing through the windows,

reflecting on memories,

buoyant heart slowly receding, 

enclosing itself in a shell, 

of indifference...

Excellence, 

sought in performance, 

being rudely awakened, 

to its fragile existence, 

burdens being shifted, 

on individual liability. 

Adjustments,

weakening resistance, 

fragments of heart's cries 

buried or being abandoned, 

when process feels taxing,

survival gains prominence.

Resigned, 

treading on sacrifices, 

layering with resilience, 

hollow out feelings, 

for better outcomes, 

still being betrayed.

And moments stayed...

Forming patterns!