A waning solace

Nothing that breathed disturbs this enclave*
 As the monolithic cosmic millstone
 Grinds ever onwards
 Crushing meaning beneath cold stone
 It is here that I lie
 At one with the darkness
 Where timelessness breeds tranquillity
 And the ravages of frailty thrash
 Against the walls
 Of a reality long ago
 Fractured and scattered
 And yet... so slowly
 It starts to slip away
 (draining, sinking)
 My strength weakens
 With each shuddering breath
 With the fading of the mists
 And the dying howls
 Of the withering wilderness
 Wreathed in decay
 Solitude is torn away
 My cries pierce the silence like arrows
 As this refuge is rent asunder
 The fragile fabric collapses
 Realisation wracks the spirit
 And I stare into the glittering eyes
 Of yet more unbridled sufferance
 Rending me
 As this solace wanes, the wind grows colder
 This once-verdant landscape now stands
 Stooped and alien, stripped of spirit
 Nothing remains to soothe a lamenting soul
 What was once mine is no more
 Ripped open and naked, I bleed
 Beneath the wanton iron skies
 That pour misery onto a hapless thrall
 My nothingness exposed to all...
 (So little now still stands
 Scorched earth and desolation and legacy of shame
 For which I now pass judgement through the vessels
 Of a new and forlorn Epoch)