A Resolution? maybe

So everyone has a worthwhile revelation?
I dont

Is everybody happy

And so he died, and only things remained.
And the shadows of ghostly movement.
And those little things that suddenly turn up.
And they break you...

A poem

Hoar frost, clean,
like hope
Contrasts the flayed
outline
of nascent dawn

Weary
propel your
self forward
feet stumbling
feet stumbling
through the wasteland
of possibility

shadows of once was
haunt the corridor.

You fall out...