Disenchantment

The thunderous voice rings deafening,
From up above the splintered skies.
Now the anxious rain falls, hurrying
To fill the void, within me lies.
'Now look what you've done',
Was the booming rebuke.
Away from it I tried to run,
But the angered Heavens took
From me,
My lightweight steps,
And dignity.
Now a chasm in the ground gaps,
Beckoning my flurried self,
To seek solace in its darkened depth.
Futher and further I had delved,
Till I'd spent the last of my breath.
Withered and wrought of only bones,
It is in the cold I lay,
Fleeting between twilight zones,
Hidden from the garish light of day...