Pale gray dirt beneath my heels and toes,

Not refraining from flowing with the wind,

Yet still staying put as my last support

As the rest of my cracked pillars crumble.

A long thin blade concealed in its sheath

Weighing against each of my weak steps,

Promising its potentiality of protection to me,

Yet reducing this productivity to its feeblest.

Here is me, laying beneath the earth in vain,

Contribution to society was close to none,

For there was no talent or purpose to my being,

No reason for my breaths to continue on.

My eternal grave marked with no accomplishments,

No relationships or titles, no dedications or worth.

I will forever be in the last place of my capability,

Never donating to the great fame-walls of man.