lost change

i'd say this poem is about frustration. i'll let you decide what sort of frustration.

Lost but not gone
Crawling beneath broken windows, you see
The lights on but nobody’s home anymore
Inside the rooms there’s no words on the walls
No cries for salvation
No love to believe, no fears to relieve
The end of an era we don’t recall ever beginning
It’s just always been this

The paths lie ahead
Twisted and rocky each way that we choose
An easier way we will never come to
Winning this fight will not ever make up
For the heart that we’re losing
Compassion dismissed as weakness in this,
A world that we own, that we love, that we kill to find meaning
Or is it just for the thrill

Found and now gone
The lives that we left are now burnt to the ground
Piles of ashes like mountains of earth
Towering out of the vastness ahead
We can’t make the climb
And the coals at our feet will burn till we meet
The end of this era we’ve mourned since the very beginning
When will the end come