Have I fallen to dust?

Trapped and shrouded in darkness
Not a wisp of air touched my skin
Thrown on a piercing bed of arrows
Screaming hatred, rejection and apathy

Have I fallen to dust?
Brushed aside in lethargy
Are the broken shards my confidence?
The fragments, all reflecting me, amid a blur of tears
A sculpture, once standing proud
Now reduced to mere dust, crumbling in fear

To console my weeping heart
To fill the void of joy, evaporated
Rushes in darkness, to hug me tight in solace

Has the radiance of my bronze
Lost its sheen to the icy white of yours?
Is the light at the end of the tunnel
Only a myth of human folly?

Come light,
Shine upon me, let my bronze glow
And shatter the tunnel into fragments
For I no longer see my crystal
Buried beneath the heap of opinions

Oh, and let those tears, slowly
Evaporate in fury and passion
And blaze like a gleaming flicker
Proudly dancing to its own tune
Not only to illuminate the world
With its dazzling smile
But also to shed light deep within.

Inspired by "As I Grew Older" by Langston Hughes

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