Evanescent

Gray leaden murkiness rests in the light hours For which there was no light Their barren lifelessness was visible, as their arms wobbled Cracked and scorn beaten down Dry as the desert, the tears have bleed away Sucked out and left to wander And so they have lost against the truculent world Numb, inept and ossified spirits Crushed like pellets of a beautiful rose Torn from their stem of the pulse Slowly evaporating into a dull colorless dust No longer of value for they have shed there hold to dwell