A Pyrrhic Life
Mar 19, 2026 · 1 min read
Echoing the ghosts of squandered seconds
Gnashing teeth at the gates of our habits
The walls approach in silence and settle in stone
Waking to the taste of a stale desperation
Dragging winter worn knees over debris
We discard today’s feast for tomorrow’s leftovers
We burn joy at the altar of hope
The smoke chokes out the fire
No laurels crown the pyre
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