Diminishing

The fire burns, swallowing this wood,
Then the embers extinguish.
And even though it ends,
Its purpose is fulfilled;
Unlike me.

The paths I have seen,
The end I know,
But I feel in myself,
A loneliness.
An absence.

My feet are leaden,
I am dragging on,
I need an escape,
An abyss to sink in.

I walk a lonely path,
So far away from a home,
I feel a constriction,
All around me towers,
My rank is insignificant,
Everything draws life from me,
And I am dying.

I am a drop to the ocean;
The petal to a rose,
The thread of a string,
The atom of a cosmos.
I am diminishing.
After all, I need you.