Tattered ruins,
an empty shell,
discarded and thrown away.
Spirit drained,
once again.

The ride is over-
it never really began.
Was a moment,
merely-
a lifetime.

Summed in a word,
Lost.

Alone again.
Shunned again.
Ignored again.

This,
pastime.
I will not play.
I will not take the field.

I shall,
for evermore,
be,
the solitary figure.